I have a thing for pizza pie, especially pizza pie from Pizza Orgasmica.  I know there’s three locations — one in the Richmond, one in the Financial District and one in the Marina — but the only one I’ve been to is on Clement Street so that’s the one I’m

County fairs are one of my favorite things about summer.  Call me crazy, but the combination of fast rides, funnel cake, caramel apples, games and carnies makes me feel like I’m 11 again, which in this case, is a good thing.  It has been a long time since I got

Of course, this being the 4th of July holiday weekend, you know you’re about to go get pretty fucked up at least one of the days, whether you’re in the city, slutting it up in Vegas or houseboating like Gramps used to do in Shasta.  That’s why it’s pretty awesome

Rhea’s Deli is my solution to pricey Bi-Rite picnic food. I love hanging out in Dolores Park all day with some good eats and cold brews just like everybody else, but I can’t handle paying for Bi-Rite’s expensive (albeit delicious) made to-go selections every time the sun is out on

Imagine for a moment a world where Street Art is prominently displayed on the walls of a well-respected art museum. Imagine a world where trash is turned into something other than a big pile around the trash can because the trash can is full. A world where every cold, irony-shriveled

‘œAre you bummed that there isn’t a San Francisco Street fair that specifically targets your metaphoric internal homo animal designation? Are you sorta chickeny? Fox-curious? Wolflexible? Does hotmusclebear.com leave you lukewarm? Are you a Turkey Vulture? A pigasus? A bearacat?’ So say Walter Gòmez and Mica Sigourney of CHICKENBEAR. Sounding

If you haven’t ridden any Bay Area public transit in a while (I know! It’s expensive these days, right?) you might have missed out on the billions of ads for the new one-card-to-rule-them-all transit pass system called Clipper. Apparently Clipper isn’t much more than a fancy focus-grouped version of Translink,

I’m always looking for different things to do on weeknights other than, say, go straight home after work, have a glass of wine (or a bottle, depending on how much of a penis wrinkle my boss was being that day), order Big Lantern and fall asleep to reruns of The