Last Friday Wooden Nickel quietly opened its doors to an already devoted clientele. How is this possible considering there were no announcements that the bar was opening? Because the three women behind it, Nancy Chung, Shannon Lynn and Cassy Fritzen, have a combined 41 years bartending in the Mission. From

Socrates died from drinking hemlock. He was too smart for his own fucking good, and they killed him for it. Those in power tried him and sentenced him to death by drinking a beverage laced with that poisonous plant.

Your favorite Sunday night reggae club is now your favorite every-second-Friday reggae club. Dub Mission officially moves to second Fridays with tonight’s show featuring INTA!-national reggae superstar Jahdan Blakkamoore plus your resident Dub Mission faves DJ Sep and Vinnie Esparza at the Elbo Room. The legendary dancehall dub club night has

Decided to take a drinking tour of the Pacific Northwest? Great idea. West Coast Brewing is booming, Washington, Oregon, and Idaho are putting out some of the tastiest beers with the freshest takes in the industry. Here are just 5 of the best in the pacific northwest…

No, it’s not just cuffing season, or a quickly diminishing timeline to Valentine’s Day, This is actually the busiest week of the year for online dating. So plan ahead where you’ll take your new sweetheart or whoever you find that still has hair in the “right” places and knows how to type.

I just saw this on Facebook so I figured I’d share the good news. Starting on January 1st, Pop’s will be serving booze at 6am every day! Here’s the reasoning: We are the closest bar to General Hospital. The early shift ends at 7am, come celebrate a hospital happy hour.

While there are plenty of bars in this city that could be called “a giant ball pit,” I’m talking about something completely different here.

On March 19th & 20th The Romper Room will be filled with thousands of plastic balls for people like you and me to frolic in. It’ll be just like Chuck E. Cheese, but with booze and without all the pink eye and the stench of feet…hopefully.

As we’ve often surmised before, a quick glance at San Francisco on any given day is essentially an inventory of things we’ve lost.  Sure, the legacy business closures and demolitions are reams long, but even longer and more crushing is the list of citizens expunged by either economic or even lethal force.