I like nothing more than a good cause.  Ask my mama, I came out of the womb preaching ‘œpeace, love, and recycling.’  I like nothing more – except maybe a balmy spring night traipsing around the Lower East Side’ after drinking a few bottles of beer’ while listening to some

It seems like we’ve been living in the ‘œpost’ era for some time now.  Post-rock, post-sarcasm, people have even gone so far as to mention that we might be post-racism.  (Though I know a lot of us would strongly disagree.)  Anyway, tonight you’re invited to a Postpunk Anti-Prom.  Or Not

Though our much derided neighbour to the south proudly exclaims it from a mountainside for all to see, a schlep through the oxidizing shadows of the Dogpatch reminds us that San Francisco proper was once an industrial city itself. People go back and forth over the trajectory of the neighbourhood’s

Think way back to that “dinner date” you had in high school with Sally Jenkins (or whoever). Do you remember how excited you both were that your parents let you borrow the Minivan to take her to the Olive Garden in the strip mall across from the Grande 16 Theater

Breaking news: There is a new Indian street food taco truck making its way through FiDi. It’s been around these parts for only a couple of weeks and has already made a big impression on me and just about every single person in my 400 person office. They’re called Curry

There’s a hot dog stand on 7th and Folsom that I just discovered called Da Beef. They have a deal where you pay $5 and get a Chicago dog, a bag of chips, and a soda. Oh hey, what’s up best lunch ever? They have kind of weird hours, but

Um.  There will be beef jerky here. If, for some inconceivable reason, you need more convincing than that to go to the third installment of the SF Underground Farmers Market on Saturday night, how ’bout I  add pulled pork, fried chicken and andouille sausage gumbo, foccacia, homemade fresh ginger beer, Hawaiian baked

I don’t know why, but something about cupcakes makes them taste good like Daddy’s money.  Personally, when I eat a cupcake, the Marie Antoinette soundtrack cues in my head and I pretend like Sofia Coppola and I are in Versailles, holding flutes of champagne and wearing Alexander McQueen dresses made