One of the best things about living in San Francisco is the incredible architecture – we’re widely known for our Victorian and Edwardian abode’s, painted in painfully garish colors or immortalized against a skyline (Holler at my Painted Ladies!). We love our neat, aging frames, our molding and fireplaces, and

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: Just like with most things that are illicit and fun, sometimes you have to cross state lines to get the goods.

There’s a lot of reasons to like the Homestead. To begin with it looks like a genuine Victorian saloon replete with velvety wallpaper and an embossed tin ceiling.  While it’s had many different names and incarnations, it’s been a bar continuously since 1902…I think.  In addition to being a cool looking

I love sandwiches to an embarrassing extent. They are compact and deeply satisfying; making a great one requires an understanding of the delicate nature of balance and portion in food. Also, holy jesus, are they delicious. But sandwiches get a bad rap from time to time, especially when people try

Lamebook is definitely THE best thing that has happened in the web-based sphere of my life since Gif Party, guys.  I think I’m more addicted to it than actual Facebook, because takes the best (worst?) parts about Facebook (making fun of everyone to yourself on your newsfeed) and just gives

“Well, move the damn bus then.” This is the very angry voice of not so visibly-perturbed woman. She’s upset because the Bronx-bound shuttle we are on has been idling for twenty minutes. “This is a 149th Street express bus,” the driver howls into the speaker. “Well, move the damn bus then.” Same

In college, a friend once told me he didn’t like soup.  Fortunately I cut that asshole out of my life, because who wants a friend who doesn’t like soup?  There’s so many different varieties and textures; you can serve it hot or cold; and what the heck do you slurp