It has been five-years since our super hunky co-editor, Stephen Torres, eloquently shared his no-doubt drunken experience at Bob’s. Oh, and four-years since Christy wrote about Bob’s. And of course, I started writing about donuts at 2am, and then realize all of this. So, fuck it…you’re getting the 2014 version of Bob’s. Because

Golden Coffee Set down on a rather picturesque corner of the Tendernob, the interior of Golden Coffee is slightly less than that; the dingy, anemic salmon pink walls are completely bare of decoration, .  The large, square space is dominated by a bracket-shaped bar whose vertical line abuts the entrance. 

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.

1.  People Walking Their Bikes Home When They Are Too Drunk It’s 7:30, on a Sunday. The sun has gone down. It was a nice park day, or perhaps a local sports team competed in a pivotal match. It doesn’t make a difference, since this is the witching hour and

Pride in San Francisco is never a mellow affair, but even by the Barbary Coast’s well- seasoned standards, this was one hell of a joyride.  From Castro on Wednesday until grooving through the bodies electric on Sunday, our eagle-eyed contributor, Fabian, caught the City as she swelled rhythmically in a

It’s a little endearing when everyone you know in Sydney keeps telling you how Sydney hates you and wants you to die. The resume of dangerous places you’ve been to and survived doesn’t count for anything here. It doesn’t matter if you’ve ever taken a stroll through the Tenderloin or

The weekend is upon us and if you managed to get to schnackered last night at Nightlife at the Academy, Aunt Charlie’s or any of the other kick-off parties that peppered the city last night, then you have plenty o’ options this eve.   The first of the weekend’s marches

Upcider I’ll start with a disclaimer: the subject of this article is in no way an example of a “broke-ass” restaurant.  Any perception to the contrary is a result of the reader’s misapprehension, not of any malicious intent on my part. Upcider takes up a sprawling second floor corner in the