Have you ever gotten someone a birthday present that you soon realize they will hate?  That happened to me recently for my hubby’s birthday.  I was trying to be creative and so I got him’a cooking class.  Apparently, I had been trying to get him to go to a cooking

When I was younger, my mom really loved fruit punch.  Everywhere we went — soccer games, my middle school orchestra concerts, Applebee’s — there my mom would be with her plastic to-go cups bought in bulk from Costco (née Price Club) filled with extremely pungent, blood-red juice. OR SO I

While the rest of my friends are busy chowing down BBQ and filling up bars to listen to the next big thing down at SXSW, the one thing I’ve had to console me was the unexpected, freakishly beautiful weather we’ve been having in NYC. You would have thought we time

What I am about to suggest may seem wrong for a website for and about broke people.  I think the restaurant I am writing about is considered ‘˜upscale’ and maybe even ‘˜expensive’.  But here is the twist.  If you eat here once, you will never have to eat again.  That

Biking in San Francisco can be a daunting endeavor. Trying to walk in the city without being run over is hard enough, but add a couple of wheels and some gear thingies and you’ve got yourself a potential death trap. Luckily, cycling in the city is a lot easier than

In college, I learned that drinking wine out of a mason jar was socially acceptable. Unfortunately, that habit didn’t translate well in my post-grad life. Real adults think jars are tacky — although, I’m willing to concede that this might just be a San Francisco thing since a lot of

I might be a little high on vitamin D right now, but I’m bouncing up and down on my kitchen stool while I think about all the things I want to do in New York now that spring is almost here. (I also just got my legs waxed, so sitting

I just moved recently, and if there’s something more annoying than spending money on new art for your walls (and actually moving), I’d sure like to hear about it.  I was pleased to find out that my roommate had purchased a print (below) from none other than my former neighbor