Dolores Park

Broke-Ass (Gourmet) of the Week – Gabi Moskowitz
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.

Broke-Ass Porn: Park Days
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.
The Beer Koozie Art Show!
I know we just finished up the Super Bowl, but if there is one accessory from this shitshow holiday that I cannot live without: The Koozie. One part trailer trash and one part genius invention, The Koozie supercedes all drinking accessories by becoming not only the most vital to your
FREE Sake on Saturday at Hideo Wakamatsu!
You know that store you always walk by on Valencia on the way to Dolores Park or El Toro Taqueria that has the roll-y type luggage with the super cute designs, like waves or flowers, and you always think how fun it looks inside, but never go in because some
In Need of Some Outdoor Adventures? Sports Basement’s Got You Covered
Being outdoors is great. I like it as much as the next guy, especially with my puppy, Jack White, and a big ol’ 40 in tow. But I have to admit my idea of being “outdoorsy” is spending the day sprawled out on a beach blanket at Dolores Park. This
Mexican Bicentennial and Centennial Celebration Tonight at City Hall
Up here in the northernmost and wettest reaches of Alta California, la Independencia isn’t even a blip on the radar most years. Which is why, on this, the Bicentennial of Mexico’s Independence and Centennial of the Revolution, I had hoped to be in DF drinking cubas, eating chiles en nogada
Broke-Ass Porn: El Paletero
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.
Unload Some Crap at the Really Really Free Market on Saturday!
I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of ready to be a grown-up and clean out the walk-in closet in my apartment, the doors of which stay perpetually shut to hide the staggering amount of sheer crap I stashed in there the first day I moved in and never