Sure, there’s something to be said for going to brunch at Andalu, spending $15 on bottomless mimosas and God only knows how much on ahi tuna tacos (the least appetizing-sounding hangover cure ever), but sometimes you just want that greasy, down-home egg, bacon and hash brown plate without the hibiscus

Well as the cheesy weatherman on TV say, it’s another “scorcher” out there. Sure you could go to the movies, maybe a museum to escape the heat, but why not take advantage of New York’s short but sweet beach season and get your ass over to Far Rockaway for some

I often forget how much I love Japantown. It’s a completely understated neighborhood that offers amazing food, unique shopping and hidden gems that are often lost in its ‘œsomewhere in the middle’ location of San Francisco. I am grateful for any legit excuse to head that direction, and such an

I had heard a lot about Kindness Kitchen ‘” Stu blogged about it, NBC 7 did a piece on it, even our journalism department at SF State did a multimedia piece on it. Naturally, I was curious. In no way, shape or form am I considered poor, but I am

Let’s face it, being broke means you don’t often entertain guests because nothing sucks more than trying to live on the cheap and ending up floating dinner for some freeloader. But I’ve recently realized that, if you play your cards right, you can host a reasonably exciting dinner party (I

Tonight, join the Lower East Side Girls Club to celebrate the fact that the neighborhood isn’t the haven of crack dens and rampant crime it used to be. Tex-Mex spot Marfa will offer up an open bar from 6-8 PM (cough, did you read that!? OPEN. BAR.) with appetizers and

With all the talk about Mission Burritos and Taco Trucks, people tend to forget that Mexicans aren’t the only ones in the Mission cooking up delicious dishes from their homeland. Of course, there are a ton of Peruvian places around town these days and there’s that Venezuelan place on Valencia,

I’m not sure if it’s because of all those terrible Brazilian restaurants in Midtown, but for some reason, whenever anyone mentions anything about going to a Brazilian restaurant, I’ll just assume it’s going to be incredibly meat-heavy, Pan-South American (as opposed to actually Brazilian), neon-lighted, and generally horrible.  UNTIL NOW.