I was roaming the diversified streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn as I waited for some friends to arrive. I decided to kill some time by stepping into the unknown abyss that is The Gibson. It was a slow Thursday night as I walked into this dimly lit establishment with two projectors

  It’s been some dark days for city history as of late. With the latest casualties being the likes of Tosca and The Purple Onion, one might wonder who’s next on the venerable hit list. Probably some deadbeat tenant like Swan’s Oyster Depot or the Buena Vista, more than likely.

The clicking of tweets, texts and instagrams echo in the outside air. Textured conversations of expressionism and art deco ring from inside. Maybe I had too much free red wine, maybe not enough, but watching Julian Rapp’s party unfold from a golden beanbag chair in the serene, ivy soaked backyard

The lynchpin of brunch is, of course, the mimosa. Without it, or it’s more potent sister, the Bloody Mary, the majority of brunches in this town would just be so-so, over-priced hybrid meals. Once you start with the kiddies, however, brunch tends to be one of those activities that was

Hey folks. Just gotta cut and past this one since I’m pretty slammed, but it does sound like a pretty bad ass event. Check it out: Lower Branch is back again for their Two Year Anniversary at 111 Minna Gallery and if you were in attendance last year then you

What could be better than sippin’ on an array of local brews from your favorite SF brewery this weekend? On Saturday, August 25th, we’ll be turning our SF brewery and parking lot into a food/music/beer festival. We’re featuring a killer lineup of local food trucks, great bands, and plenty of

Last weekend, my friend Heather and I spent four days as pretend hillbillies.  We’ve always wanted to go to the Deep South– land of deliciously heavy foods, porch drinking, adorable floppy-lipped hound dogs, and people with two first names and cousins for lovers (let’s forget the racism and gross ignorance

Wine culture is honestly something that Two-Buck Chuck-swiggin’ simpleton like me just doesn’t understand, but I sure am willing to learn!  Especially when said wine is FREE.  For this reason, you can pretty much count on finding me slurring my words while clutching the shit out of a wine glass