If I were to guess what El Cachanilla translates to in English it would be, ‘œnot fucking around’. I know that’s not the translation at all, but seriously, this place makes all the other taquerias in the Mission look like total pussies. Sure I’ve seen other taquerias that sell tacos

I doubt I’m alone in thinking that paying an expensive cover for an open bar staffed by cater waiters in a hotel conference room-turned-nightclub is pretty overrated. In fact, I’m willing to bet most readers’ New Year’s Eve plans involve at least two of the following: mini bottles of champagne

If you read the internet in San Francisco, you may have caught this one already: For the 10th year running SFMTA is providing FREE Muni service on New Year’s Eve. So save those two dollars, and bring a bag of ice or a stack of plastic cups to your party

The Broke-Ass modus operandi is usually to take peoples’ unwanted stuff.  We’re the ones inclined to pull couches off the sidewalk, dumpster-dive, and accept any and all kinds of FREE hand-me-downs.  But in this day and age, when even the last vestiges of analogue are going digital, even the brokest

I posted this a few weeks ago but figured I’d repost it since it’s happening tomorrow.  Go dance off some of those holiday calories! I’m more of a drinker than a dancer, but I’ve been known to get down every once in awhile.  Like If I’m out and some James

We all see our friends do a lot of crazy and embarrassing things on New Year’s, but as a non-drinker, I actually remember it all the next day (much to the chagrin of my friends). In case you get a little too crazy this year, and life imitates art (and

There is a lot to like about this place. Excellent sandwiches (all under $7), a beautiful outdoor patio, live music Thursday thru Saturday nights, and all the lovely tattooed/pierced/bicycle riding hipsters you can stomach. An added bonus is that the café subscribes to a bunch of good magazines and has

‘œ..and through, thine intercession, I pray the blessed brewers, have made this, my beer, delicious. Amen’ I suppose, the city’s pre-occupation with food and its proximity to a Jesuit university explains the existence of a Euro-centric grub pub that’s named after the patron saint of beer. Whereas Bistro Gambrinus may