Hal Lutsky is at it again.  His famous tri-annual vintage paper fair is happening again this Saturday and Sunday, and it is going to be a paper-filled funanza.  It’s a commonly recognized fact that old stuff is better (with the exception of food and underwear), and old paper is especially

I always seem to be pushing art openings and sometimes can’t decide if that’s due to the expectation of FREE bubbly and snacks or because the work to be shown is supposed to be cool.  I’d like to think it’s both, but who am I kidding?  I’m a scavenger who will

I’m something of a connoisseur when it comes to sandwiches. There’s really no more versatile or more portable carb-and-meat combination for my money (which isn’t very much money). The only problem with sandwich shopping in San Francisco is that every “sandwich shop” has a two-hour wait for something they’re just

Just when you thought you had survived the gauntlet that is the holiday season, San Francisco’s own arbiters of star-rating and the voice of maddening crowds, Yelp, have decided to include the latter in their annual holiday party. Like restaurants, bars and other service industry businesses, they’re having their shindig

This Saturday, January 9, 2011 marks the 10th annual No Pants Subway Ride in New York. If you remember, our very own Spendthrift Scribe posted the event last year. Well, now San Franciscans can join in the fun, and based on how many inexpicably pantsless people I’ve seen in SF,

Fisherman’s Wharf gets a bad rap.  It really does.  True, it is the tourist destination from hell — swarms of fanny-packed, camera-laden foreigners from such far-away lands as Michigan and Ohio with way-too-loud children and no desire to tip at any food establishment — but it’s definitely a San Francisco

According to my extremely reliable Google search methods, weight loss is the most common New Year’s resolution, among, incredibly, wanting to drink less alcohol (because who would ever want that??  Boring).  I don’t want to necessarily lose weight, but it would be nice to eat way healthier and, say, run

Oh, broke-ass darlings, Happy New Year! I imagine, and I don’t think that I’m that far off, that you are all currently missing some integral brain cells courtesy of the 2010 send-off, and while you are re-cooperating, you’d like things short and sweet. Me too. Typing is hard. Let me