I like locally owned joints, with great people, great wine, and a great parklet doesn’t hurt either. That’s why we put together the San Francisco Wine Passport every year, so YOU, our fine reader can go to 23 of the best spots to hang in SF, and literally drink it

Imagine an abandoned cabin sits at the edge of Tomales Bay. Graffiti decorates its walls and a heart made of seashells on the porch. Untold stories from generations fill this tiny space. Standing next to it, the ocean breeze hits you and you’re transported back in time. This is an

He has two hand hooks, two swords, two parrots on either shoulder, and two peg-legs. He wears two eye patches but I know he can see me, and his two ears can hear my soft whispers, and the swinging jazz music across the way on JFK Drive.

What the Chronicle termed the Downtown “doom loop” has been getting national coverage, but here’s a compelling counterpoint – three of San Francisco’s neighborhood commercial corridors: Haight-Ashbury, Hayes Valley and Japantown, all in Democratic Socialist Supervisor Dean Preston’s District 5, are actually thriving. This is not in spite of him being a socialist Supervisor, but because of the corridors’ close partnership with him.

This year’s festival is especially meaningful as it marks the first since the passing of the festival’s founder, Carol Leigh, aka “The Scarlot Harlot.” Leigh coined the term “sex worker” in the 1970s.

Most of us have a very dirty secret: none of the stuff in our costume boxes has ever been washed. Ok, maybe some articles were washed like seven years ago because something egregious happened during Santa Con, but you and I both know that most of your costumes are filthy.

Discovery/Warner has been advertising their new Flash standalone film starring Ezra Miller a lot lately. And it makes sense, as they’ve spent $220,000,000. What many people don’t know is that doesn’t include advertising costs. I do find it funny that the ads seem to focus a lot more on Micheal

Twenty years ago a circle of chalk was drawn, on the concrete, in front of the 16th Street Mission BART station. To what purpose was this chalk circle? A ritual of recognition? A demarcation of special space? A making important, via a specific corner, that which is too often disregarded? Well folks, it