It’s a rainy San Francisco evening, and Bon Voyage is just on the cusp of being “too...

The sign outside The Brew Coop says, “Self-Serving Individuals Here,” with an arrow pointing...

I walked into Lone Palm on one of those days we’ve been having where San Francisco can’t decide if...

Manny’s, on 16th and Valencia, isn’t technically a bar – but it serves cheap drinks, which for...

Jon told me not long ago that he is a “paleotheist” — a fully observant Orthodox Jew. Now,...

There is a city surrounded by Detroit, Justine tells me. It’s a city enveloped by another city,...

Quiz nights are the bane of my bar-crawling existence. I admire erudition, I adore the ability to...

The Mission on Christmas from Mission Local on Vimeo. There are no hooks along the bottom of the...

We needed booze and food, though I was more interested in the booze and Serena was more interested...

“I collect writers,” Flitter told me as we sat by the window at Laszlo, the bar attached to the...

Cities build on top of themselves, new layers atop the old. Sometimes that’s literal, which is why...