Have you been to the Fernet Barback Games? It’s a wonderful, beautiful, shitshow that happens once a year. Basically a bunch of local bars put forth their employees to compete in weird feats of bar stuff. Hilarity happens, as does lots of booze drinking. And the best part is that

  Lucky Peach, named for the English translation of David Chang’s Momofuku, is a quarterly journal of food and writing. Each issue focuses on a single theme, and explores that theme through essays (with a sure-fire contribution from Anthony Bourdain), art, photography, and recipes. You know David Chang, the stud-chef who

“I kinda have to take a shit, so that’s why I’m not performing right now,” said comedienne Margaret Cho, right before taking a break in her 12 Noon busking performance today at Castro & Market St. Margaret Cho is performing for free, several weekdays at 12 Noon in random spots

  San Francisco’s Tea Leaf Green are newfangled Lost Boys, a traveling gang dedicated to seeking wisdom and experience in places both glorious and seedy. In many ways, this quintet is the essence of rock’s adventurous, playfully outlaw spirit, all of which ultimately fuels songs that resonate with classic vibrations,

There are two questions people ask me right off the bat when I tell them I just completed 40 Tinder dates in 40 days…

Yes, broke asses, your childhood is becoming more and more of a distant memory. A new television season is in full swing. It is fall season right now, and as we celebrate new and returning shows, like Gotham—and all of its intimidating posters splattered across all of Manhattan—Friends became 20 years old.

Get this — SF Mayor Ed Lee was once a radical tenants’ rights activist back in the 1970s. Yes, I said tenants’ rights activist. The same Ed Lee who currently presides over a stratospheric real estate boom that’s evicting unprecedented numbers of ethnic working class families and elderly people once dedicated his life

In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time.