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

Screenprinting, fermenting, hot-gluing, oh my! This month is like a DIY lover’s entry to Oz, a land where everything is more colorful because of spraypaint, mosaic tiles, and vintage fabric. Did you read that NY Times article about how we can’t grow up and get “real” jobs? Well, I don’t

What’s better than going on a treasure hunt?  The possibility of winning a round of drinks!  I just saw this on yelp and I thought it sounded pretty damn cool.  Here’s the full description: Think fast. Play together. Drink Beer. Love Treasure Hunts? Love Beer? You’ve come to the right

As a seafood lover, I should have eaten oysters many times before last week, but for some reason they had eluded my ever-expanding stomach.  But when a friend told me about the awesome happy hour at Hyde Street Seafood House and Raw Bar, I finally felt the slimy goodness of

Get your very own slice of Hawaii and celebrate the beginning of San Francisco Summer at the Hukilau‘s 9th Annual Poke Festival and Spam Musubi eating contest! Spam Musubi, for those of you unawares, is a block of rice topped with a slab of grilled Spam and wrapped in seaweed.

When I’m having a good day at work, I celebrate with lunch at Ayola. When I’m having a bad day, I eat my feelings at Ayola. In sum, I spend a lot of time at Ayola. Good thing it’s so delicious ‘“ and cheap! The $8.56 lunch special includes a

If there’s one thing being broke in San Francisco teaches you, it’s that art parties aren’t just for hoity-toity, chardonnay-sipping museum donors. Gallery shows and openings are usually small-scale deals, but I can’t remember the last time I went to one and didn’t end up polishing off a couple free

Move the dial all the way over to the far side and catch the airwaves tonight at my newest cheap swill border buster, Mexican Radio, tonight at the Lone Star. In the finest of traditions, the Lone Star is playing the part of a skuzzy antro just on the periphery,