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I have a party trick: Someone mentions a restaurant, and I tell them which celebrity loves it. "You know Adele likes Zazie!" I will say whenever brings up the Cole Valley spot. It is not a good party trick, but I'm committed to it anyway.

So I went looking for the rest of the celebrities, and not the tech founders treating tasting menus like conference rooms. I don't ca...

Carnival is a Catholic blowout before Lent. It is pre-fasting bacchanal that the Americas reshaped with African and Indigenous rhythm until it became far bigger than the church calendar.

San Francisco's version ditched the calendar altogether, landing in the Mission in 1979 and parking itself on Memorial Day weekend for the better odds at sunshine. It's since grown int...

There is a specific kind of San Francisco day that only ramen can fix; the kind of foggy cold that calls for a bowl of pork-bone broth the temperature of a hot tub. I have had that day roughly four hundred times.

I went looking for every ramen bowl still standing in the city. And while I do mean "every one," I also know there is no actual definitive guide to anything, o...

Here's the thing about San Francisco: it will find a way to charge you for almost everything. A coffee is six dollars. Parking is its own act of violence. But the views, somehow, are still free. You just have to climb a little.

This city is built on more than 40 named hills, which means half the work of getting a postcard shot is already done for you; you mostly just ha...

Saturday night, instead of doing literally anything else, I saw several posts online of a flyer on poles in Castro, and perhaps elsewhere in SF: a casting call for a Daniel Lurie impersonator to star in a gay adult film called "Let's Blow San Francisco."