OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE!   The Irish have a knack for storytelling. And according to my mobster ex-boyfriend, fighting as well. They never give up.  Combined, if they do it right, it’s like a reassuring family.

“Come on Stuart. Titties and fried chicken. How can you, of all people, say no?”

They were cajoling me via Twitter. There’s probably some hip slang for that, twijoling maybe, but I don’t know what it is. Regardless, Mik, Ed, Dottie, and Cait were really giving it to me. And of course I caved.

A few years when GQ Magazine said that San Francisco was experiencing the nation’s most exciting food movement, it just solidified what most people already knew: San Francisco is a food lover’s paradise.

I’ll let you in on a little secret: I eat a lot of raw vegetables, not because I’m doing a raw-cleanse, but because I’m lazy. Just. So. Lazy. I suffer from an illness known as “hangry” (hungry + angry). Symptoms include eating humane portions throughout the day until I arrive

Photo from Yelp.com It’s a known fact that your experience in a bar is different when you’re 21 than when you’re 31. I now view going to bars as an opportunity to bond with the few friends I have left instead of getting trashed with a bunch of acquaintances who

Photo from thehorseboxnyc.com If you’re a sports fan like me, I’m sure it happens to you all the time: Your friends are dying to try that new lounge/bistro/dive in [insert newly gentrified NYC neighborhood here] but all you want to do is sit back with a cheap cold one and

I’m independent and I don’t own a car. If you’re a traveler like me, then you probably try to exhaust all resources before renting a car becomes an option. I find that you can sightsee more when you’re not worried about driving on a winding road along treacherous sea-hugging cliffs. I’m always

Before finally giving in and reluctantly surrendering my greenbacks to a truck called Bacon Bacon – that was recently parked outside the F*ck Your New Year’s Resolution Party – it was obvious that people have always had a strong affection for bacon. Why else would they have molded phraseology around what now describes the person