Look outside. Did you see the bombs drop this morning? Did you hear the bullets sizzle? Did you cover your ears to protect yourself from the screams of chaos and desperation? Did you smell the smoke? San Francisco is at war right now. Literally, no, but I wouldn’t reduce it down

WARNING: There is no easy fix to the San Francisco Housing Crisis that does not inevitably piss someone off.  If you followed “Has San Francisco SOULed Out: Part One”, then you have read why its so important that we face the hard truth about who really is to blame for this mess. Surprise:

It has become grossly apparent that the once, vibrantly raw streets of San Francisco, full of oddballs and eccentrics, is slowly being replaced with a hollow shell of architecture and “economically confident”. But is it all due to the “techies? ” I wonder as they stare aimlessly at their Twitters and Twats,

Brisbane, Chez Watts Photography Waking up to your first day in Brisbane with the dual horror of a hang-over and a caffeine-withdrawal headache is never the best way to greet the early afternoon. The whole thing comes on in waves. The first thing you feel are the shakes as you

  In this installment, Fabian caught Blipboard as they highlighted the Noe Valley’s destinations for Broadbent Pinot Verde, Saru sushi served on Tibetan pink salt, and art supplies. And later, he snapped some shots when the city poured into Esta Noche as David Campos’ office and the city’s drag luminaries

Whether you think gentrification’s good, bad, natural, or hipster-white-boy-shit seeking “cool” culture but eliminating it, I’m witnessing it, first hand. Of course, it’s easy to retort, “You’re a skinny white boy with ginger hair and writes. That’s almost the stereotypical definition of gentrification.” I won’t argue you; it’s true. As

Pig & Pie  Last week I wrote up La Palma as being a paragon of a Mission District 24th Street that is fast being drowned out by higher-end cafes and eateries that cater not to the longtime residents, but to the recent influx of wealthy tech boomers.  This week, I

Irving Street Cafe I have a fondness for diners, especially ones situated in working/middle class neighborhoods with a self-contained quality.  These diners aren’t self-consciously retro or ironic, they just ARE.  I’ve previously made mention of a few diners here among the cyber-folds of Broke-Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website (Art’s Cafe and