Here’s the story, Dore Glory. Well summer is about halfway through, which in this town means two things. One is that our warm spells will actually increase in length and frequency, and the other is that queer street fair season is nigh, beginning with the raunch and rank Up Your

  So Noodles Almost always, one of two means are used in selecting the next spot upon which to grace my wobbly prose: either word of mouth, or spur-of-the-moment curiosity.  Working in the restaurant industry myself, I’m constantly fielding a steady stream of recommendations from cooks, bartenders, servers, etc., not to

Look at that world through rose-coloured glasses! It’s Pink Saturday queer folk, and the hits just keep on coming. As of yesterday afternoon, the wedding bells started clanging again and hordes of lovebirds are promenading down those steps downtown like so many Marilyns and Joes. So whether you’re kick starting

  Why you wasting time outside? Get it! Well, it’s been a long haul and one that often did not look promising, but a city tradition has returned. The Eagle is back, and with it the Sunday beer bust. Although it was always year round, the beer bust returning at the

If you’re anything like me, you feel a greater love for the city of San Francisco than any one person. A relationship with the city is an extremely fulfilling and content one at that. A close second love for me would be my admiration of food trucks. With the variety

If your chomping at the bit in frenzied anticipation of this year’s Folsom Street Fair, then wipe yourself off a tad and head down to The Holy Cow on Sunday.  The resident mixers of sound, Honey Soundsystem are the official welcome wagon for this coming week’s frisky business. Honey usually

  Its mid-June, folks, which in San Francisco means we are heading into the home-run stretch of Pride month. As Market street gets all polychromatic and workers frantically try to blast all the dried “character” away, all across town festivals, booze- busts, lecturers and shindigs are popping up like so

Its mid-June, folks, which in San Francisco means we are heading into the home-run stretch of Pride month.  As Market street gets all polychromatic and workers frantically try to blast all the dried “character” away, all across town festivals, booze- busts, lecturers and shindigs are popping up like so many