Twenty years from now, when your kids are old enough to know better but young enough to not give a fuck, they’ll be searching for places like Bender’s. Places where the religion is loud rock and roll, the sacrament is stiff drinks, and the scripture is graffiti tagged on a bathroom stall.

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE! Dating is hard, especially without the proper terms for describing your sometimes amazing, sometimes terrible experiences. The following terms will help you communicate all that you’ve been through and may even help

San Francisco has been slowly losing restaurants that are open 24 hours. We lost the Baghdad Cafe in 2011, The Lucky Penny last year and Sparky’s was the most recent casualty in February.

Why, I wondered, would someone as cool as Termeh throw her goodbye party at The Barbary Coast in North Beach?

Then I got to the entrance and it sucked me in again, dammit. It gets me every time.

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OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE!   This originally appeared in my Weeknighter column for 7×7 I used to joke that Aunt Charlie’s Lounge was where old drag queens went to die. To be fair, I didn’t know much about

we chose The Sycamore because it wouldn’t have a TV and be crowded with people following the game. We had expressly made a point of trying to find a bar where we could leave the world outside, tied to a bike rack, and be distracted. The Sycamore goes out of its way to be that place.

It was in January 2016 that I alerted readers that Roy Choi and Daniel Patterson were in the makings of opening a Locol in the old Plum brick and mortar in Oakland. We waited…and waited. And we hadn’t heard not a fucking whisper about it ever again.