Ah Temescal, arguably the best neighborhood in Oakland to eat and drink in for well over a hundred years.  From the 1890’s to the 1960’s Temescal was known as the East Bay’s Little Italy.  Italian delis, gardens, restaurants, and even an opera house once dominated 51st St.  In the 1940’s a

Since debuting in 2008, Titus Andronicus [hereafter +@] has been conditioning faithful listeners to always expect only the unexpected, consistently zigging where others would zag and maintaining a steadfast dedication to fearless ambition. With the March 2 release of the new studio album A Productive Cough on Merge Records, +@

This is brilliant and strange San Francisco performance art at its finest. I’ll let Jonny Ramada explain: San Francisco has changed, man. It’s so corporate now. You even need a permit to walk a freakin’ dog. To busk your butt on the street you need to pass a law at

When sisters and San Francisco natives Genie and Marie Cartier started working on a duo theater show, “Yesterday is Tomorrow,” they were first inspired by an unlikely source: boy bands. Fueled by their teenage love of groups like the Backstreet Boys, the sisters created the first of what would become

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner.  I first moved to San Francisco when I was 21 for an internship in the booking department at Bill Graham Presents. It was the summer of 2002, a simply magical time in my life, and the genesis of

Guest Post by Rebecca M. Farrar While not an official holiday in the United States, more than 100 countries around the world celebrate International Women’s Day. In Russia, men give women chocolate and yellow mimosas, the flower, not the drink, and in China women are entitled to half a day

To put it delicately, the San Francisco flag looks like it fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. Don’t get me wrong, I love my city. I’ve made a career of basically writing love poems about it. But just as the person you’re head over heels for might snore too loudly in their sleep, San Francisco has some unattractive flaws, too. And goddamn if the flag isn’t one of them.

On Sunday afternoon bar manager Marissa Poulin was working her shift at the Phoenix Irish Bar when owner Eugene Power walked in and told her that the bar was closing and that she was to go home. Poulin explained by email that Power told her “The server would close the entire bar