Broke-Ass Stuart - Editor In Cheap
Just got this info from the man Ike himself: Ike’s is now back in San Francisco! (901 Polk Street @ O’Farrell) Help us celebrate San Francisco getting an Ike’s again on Monday, June 12—We will be giving FREE sandwiches all day at our new SF Flagship Store. (One per person,
This Weeknighter column originally appeared in 7×7. We were sitting at the short end of the bar last night, Maggie, Summer and I talking about porn and open relationships. The light from the little candles flitted against various surfaces, while some old movie played on the screen above the jukebox.
Oh man, I have had some very strange nights at the Showdown. A few years ago Sonny Phono and I threw a monthly party there called Freaky-Deaky Friday. It was a “costume box party” which meant that if you didn’t show up in a costume we had a box full
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. She was standing on the BART turnstile at the Civic Center station with an American flag scarf tied around her waist, yelling “Fuck Obama” and laughing from a mouth only half-full of teeth. All I could think was,
I love my mom. The immensity of my love for her is beyond words. Besides bringing me into the world, she (along with my dad) has been my strongest supporter, fiercest ally, and loudest cheerleader. And that’s why I’m not getting her flowers for Mother’s Day. Instead of sending her
Guest Post by Jonas Barnes By now, you’ve read the headlines about the disastrous misfire from Ja Rule (yes, that Ja Rule) & company known as “Fyre Festival“. And you’ve all seen the pictures comparing it to “Mad Max: Thunderdome” if it were sponsored by Ciroc Vodka & Vera Wang.
San Francisco is a special place. A place where we never leave the house without layers. Where it’s normal to call in sick to work because it’s finally 80 degrees and you want to drink a beer in the park. A place where most adults have costume boxes and where