Anyone who has spent anything more than 5 minutes with me knows I love to tell stories…ok fine, I’m a blabbermouth. But I also love to hear them too. I mean who doesn’t right (and don’t say “deaf people” asshole)? And since you’re reading this site I imagine you also

              La Palma Mexicatessen     There isn’t a neighborhood of any city in our union that is completely static, no urban zone where the prevailing skin tone will forever be reminiscent of elephant tusk, obsidian, or mole poblano, or where every household will

If you’re like me, the snooze button on your alarm clock is not optional, it’s necessary.  Only a minor detail of my unhealthy sleep patterns includes my 49 minute snooze cycle each morning, which inevitably leaves me with unbrushed hair and half-brushed teeth as I stumble out the door just

If I hear a woman talk about chivalry being dead one more time, I’m going to take her to dinner and not pay for it. Then I’m going to make a pee-puddle and put her cardigan over it so I don’t get my heels wet. OKCupid has provided me with

                You See Sushi   Living in S.F, you’re afforded many opportunities to sweat your balls; Russian Hill, Nob Hill, Diamond Heights, Twin Peaks; bike or run up any of these rises and, if you’re not in good enough shape, you’ll find the

Well, the first Freaky-Deaky Friday at The Showdown came and went, and let me tell you…it was awesome! The next one is on Friday April 26th. I have a feeling that after looking at these pics you’re not gonna miss it! I’ve posted some choice pictures below but go here to see

When I imagine The Big Cheesy, I can’t help but to think about America’s favorite young, black nerd from the 90’s, Steven Q. Urkel. I could just picture him stepping inside of the lifeless, white box at Openhouse’s Mulberry location, donning a huge boner once he discovers this cheesy competition.

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY EMPEROR NORTON’S BOOZELAND THE TENDERLOIN’S NEWEST HISTORIC DIVE.  HAPPY HOUR NOON – 7PM What little charm and authenticity left in the Upper Haight is barely peeking its head above the noxious, briny waves of retail commerce, the crowds of shopping tourists fresh from Union Square, and the crusty