There’s a lot of reasons to like the Homestead. To begin with it looks like a genuine Victorian saloon replete with velvety wallpaper and an embossed tin ceiling.  While it’s had many different names and incarnations, it’s been a bar continuously since 1902…I think.  In addition to being a cool looking

In college, a friend once told me he didn’t like soup.  Fortunately I cut that asshole out of my life, because who wants a friend who doesn’t like soup?  There’s so many different varieties and textures; you can serve it hot or cold; and what the heck do you slurp

Some may argue that the ‘œtoo much of a good thing’ curse has fallen upon the street food trend in San Francisco. I say meh. There is no such thing as too much good, cheap food, so shut up and eat your delicious adobo/gumbo/creme brulee! In honor of their first

Thanks be to my coworker and her birthday girl demands; without her, I never would have heard of Chile Pies (& Ice Cream) and their milkshakes with pies blended into them. Chile Pies is the dessert store that’s in cahoots with and sits a block down from Green Chile Kitchen.

Do you have any idea what Southpaw Records is?  Well, if you’ve ever heard Ty Segall, Bare Wires, or The Sandwitches, you do, because they’re all on this label that’s celebrating its first anniversary at, in my opinion, one of the best bars in the Mission, Amnesia.  Tonight for a $5 cover, you

The ornate columns flanking Larkin at Eddy may be the newest landmarks designating the southern corner of the Tenderloin known as Little Saigon, but one of the most well known and beloved landmarks is the delicious Saigon Sandwiches. It’s a pretty straightforward, albeit tiny, operation specializing in the delectable banh

Since it’s 2010 and you seem like a reasonable person who likes to buy nicely made, unique things for a low price, you probably already know what Etsy is and have probably also spent far too much time at work looking for the cleverest Mother’s Day gift ever. Well, if

When I ran a red light a couple months ago and my 2000 Mazda 626 was totaled in a freak T-bone accident (that wasn’t freak at all, obviously, because I was the idiot that ran a red light), I thought my life was over.  How would I, a Southern California