Traditional theater is great, but it’s lacking in a variety of ways. Plays are expensive, and they often run really long. The audience is frequently populated with the well-to-do and the snobby, and if you get wasted, they’ll kick you out. Fortunately, thanks to FunCheapSF, I’ve learned of a solution:

During an episode of How I Met Your Mother, the statement “We need a MacLaren’s!” was uttered, like a wish whispered into the night sky illuminated only by a shooting star. Time and space stood still as every being in the room felt the true weight of that statement: We

“Well, I’m a mushroom-cloud-layin’ motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I’m Superfly T.N.T., I’m the Guns of the Navarone!” Oh, Pulp Fiction, how you stole my heart with your excessive violence, vulgar language, and characters like Vincent Vega and Jules Winnfield. If you are as big a fan

Got a hankering for a monstrous sandwich? Got a broke-ass party that needs catering? Fresh out of Hennessy? Sammy’s on 2nd can solve all of your problems. Sammy’s is, for all intents and purposes, a full service deli. First and foremost, Sammy’s is a deli that serves up everything from

I don’t remember the first time I went to the International Bar, and if you’re willing to spend $20 there I doubt you will either. Drinks, like the beer and shot combo, start as low as four bucks. And when I say “shot” I don’t mean that puny thimble you’re

It’s no secret that live music and booze are two of my besties.  But make it FREE live music and FREE booze and we’re talking BFF status, and maybe even one of those rad heart necklaces to prove it. Tonight,  The Shop is offering up those things and more just

While I don’t ever celebrate someone going out of business, the closed-down garage has been a great boon for alcoholics and art enthusiasts everywhere. Numerous galleries, performance spaces, bars, and restaurants have sprung up from where once upon a time you got your muffler checked. The great advantage to these

So after reading my five-part series in which you set up and became master of your home bar, you probably woke up feeling shaky and vomitose with a splitting headache. That’s called a hangover, n00b; welcome to life. Or perhaps you’ve felt this way before, but you spend all day