Say what you will about our bagels, but San Francisco has turned into a proper deli town, as evidenced by the proliferation of delicious, crave-worthy pastrami. Brined for days, smoked for hours, and full of salty, meaty flavor, pastrami may well be the deli meat of the gods—when it's done right. Here are the eight best in (and around) town, ranked:
You may think of San Francisco's Off The Grid as just a place to get moderately priced gourmet eats, but it can be much more. If you are keen on seeing and being seen, make sure not to ditch the fashion at this City event. Here are some pieces for every man and woman looking to make an impression while waiting in line for crème brulee.
It's time for some real talk. Ready? The scale is not your friend. All it's telling you (that is, assuming that thing on your bathroom floor is actually accurate, which is dubious) is the downward force your body commands. It can't tell you how good your arms will look in a tank top, how tapered your waist appears in jeans, or if your need to rethink that pencil skirt. We need to liberate ourselves from the scale's evil, useless tyranny — but let's be realistic, we still need to be able to track our fitness progress, somehow, right? That's where body composition testing comes in.
If you love the idea of spending time in the outdoors, but you’re not interested in roughing it, this list of Bay Area camping options is for you! From plush resorts to rustic cabins, there’s something here for everyone.
Pages and pints flew during the 10th annual Lit Crawl, the grand finale to the nine-day reading frenzy that is Litquake. This year, flocks of bibliophiles gathered at The Chapel in the Mission. The space soon overflowed with bon vivants, bookworms, and unsuspecting (but totally down) bar guests.
Armistead Maupin and other local ghosts are revived in this weekend's agenda.
When pondering the meteoric career of pop artist Keith Haring, the phrase “flash in the pan” is often uttered, but its relevance is up for debate. Dr. Timothy Leary, late psychologist and LSD poster boy, appreciated this description of his friend, despite its anticlimactic connotations, saying that it was a “good place to start.” A mere decade in the making, Haring’s skyrocketing trajectory, tragically cut short by AIDS in 1990 when he was 31 years old, surely qualifies as fleeting, but then again, his work—easily recognizable by its strong lines and kinetic nature—still makes an impact.
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