THE WEEKNIGHTER It's a funny thing to be filling out a job application and have to put your previous employer as Tony the Pope. But that's the name I know him by, and truthfully, I don't wanna know his real last name, anyways. I prefer to have at least a little bit of mystery in my life.Read more »
TABLEHOPPER After lamenting for too long that we didn't have enough quality barbecue options around the bay, now we have plenty to check out. Here's your cheat sheet on three recently opened barbecue spots, all of them using sustainable and well-sourced meats, because that's how we roll.
THE WEEKNIGHTER There's a series of photos of me at Mad Dog in the Fog (530 Haight St, SF. 415-626-7279) where I am an absolute monster. I'm dressed in a wretched, beer-stained Santa suit, I have Mickey Mouse ears on, and there's also some kind of sparkly garland thing adorning my head. In most of the pictures I'm flipping off the camera and making ridiculous faces that usually include an Elvis type lip curl. I look unhinged. I look subhuman. Goddamn, I look like I'm having fun. It was SantaCon 2011.Read more »