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

Chile Pie There’s a paradox embodied by Chile Pies’ business model that would probably confuse a hard-core adherent of Darwin’s theory of evolution.  According to my dim understanding of a key precept of his, excessive specialization in a species is a doomed strategy, inviting extinction with open claws or wings.  Diversification

In the belly of a dark theater in Queens, an audience member shouts, “Fortune!” In response, seven grown men, ranging in age and style of dress, move together in synchronous motions. Gazing into crystal balls fluidly morphs into the movement of surgeons snapping on sterile gloves. Now they’re floating on

There’s something nostalgic about sitting in a basement. It reminds you of home. It’s relaxing. You almost feel as if you’re hiding from the world. Well, if you’re reading this, you’re not a home anymore. You’re living in a brutal city with high prices, five of the weirdest people you

The acronym BYOB predates the millennial generation but is perhaps the quintessential millennial concept. Not kids and not really adults, no longer satisfied with getting drunk at home on cheap booze but not holding down the type of job that affords frequent dinners with $50 bottles of wine. The BYOB

New York-based comedy rock group and sketch video crew, Fortress of Attitude, is inviting every Broke-Ass with a sense of humor, an ear for music and a taste for the unpredictable to come down to their pad on this frigid Friday night in New York City. The hilarious collective is

This amazing drawing that sums up SF’s tourists perfectly comes from Townme.com Lets face it — you’ve wanted to go there. You’ve wanted to have your cake and eat it too. There was never a moment where you thought maybe, just maybe, it might be totally exciting to get it

Birthday parties, so I’m told, come only once a year.  I took his/her advice and helped a co-worker celebrate his natal anniversary, and he had the good sense and connections to take us all to a spot in Oakland with a promising sobriquet.  People call it “The Porno Bar” because