Pop doesn’t do heroin with stray dogs and he’s not impressed with how much dogshit Divine ate in Pink Flamingos, either.
Plus you can make and deliver burritos to people living on the street, the Ferry Building Farmers Market gets new tenants, and a mixologists admits his cocktail was faked.
Because who doesn’t want to channel their inner Britney, Beyoncé, Missy Elliott, or Lady Gaga for one night a year?
Plus Perbacco wants you to put truffles on everything, Starbucks is on a fancy-coffee-bar expansion blitz, and why the Central Valley is divided over cannabis.
For the 17th year, Shocktoberfest, the Thrillpeddlers’ Halloween show combines belly laughs with bloodcurdling shrieks.
I don’t know who did it, either, because the cackling and pulsating bass line were so loud.
Plus Canela celebrates Halloween, S.F. ranks first in the number of coffee shops (duh), and Cowgirl Creamery slices into a 220-lb. wheel of Emmenthaler.
“When I was eight-years-old, I saw a movie that changed my life: Forbidden Planet,” John Carpenter, the film composer, director, and screenwriter says from his…
What’s better than standing through a packed, sweaty show while wearing an itchy wig and ill-fitting polyester hand-me-down costume? Doing so while watching one…
The Exploratorium screens a 20-minute documentary on agribusiness, Nopalito goes the pop-up route, and St. Vincent (the musician, not the soon-to-revamp restaurant) tweets about…
