Booze Cruise
I enjoyed my first (legal) drink at Vesuvio, tasted my first (legal) absinthe at Beretta, and made out with more fools than I care to mention in the big red booths in the back of Li Po Lounge....
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Haunted by a Hotel’s Lonely Souls
So reads the farewell note from Florence Cushing, who hurled herself from the seventh floor of Hotel Paisley at 432 Geary in 1911....
Creative Loafing
I always assumed that when the small person growing inside me moved out, I would — BOOM — feel like the quintessential mother....
Literary Drinking
As a poet recently released from the repressive wine-and-cheese readings of academia, I’m really tired of balancing plastic cups of Two-Buck Chuck on my knees while listening to a guy at a podium whose every sentence trails upward....
Naked Lunch
During my youth, I became skilled in the art of changing my clothes while remaining dressed....
Night at the Museum
I am proud to call myself an art lover. I studied art history in college and I’ve been to countless gallery openings....
The Spice Must Flow
Obsessing over Japanese curry in San Francisco....
Walk the Plank
It was through this thirst for eccentric history that I first stumbled upon the buried ships map amongst the records of SFgenealogy....
The Mark of a Great City
A fan explores singer-songwriter Mark Kozelek’s San Francisco....
High Spirits
This is the first time I’ve waited an hour and 37 minutes for a drink. It’s also the first time I’ve had a cocktail in a church basement with a statue of the Virgin Mary in the corner and a large wooden cross on the wall....
Hot and Heavy
Being a fationista is no easy task, especially when you fall in this weird in-between of being able to squeeze into “normal” clothing and rocking plus sizes....
Paranoid Park
Traveling from the Sunset district to the Richmond by foot requires nothing more than a trek through Golden Gate Park....