Leaping zebras! We saw this Pac Heights mansion on Curbed and couldn't look away from the train wreck of decor inside. If the animal isn't stuffed or skinned it's plated in gold. Sad, no? Though that's not to say we're anti-taxidermy. A piece or two in moderation is fine with us, particularly if said animal wasn't hunted or positioned in an eternal leap to its death (hey, we might try the same thing if we had to live in this place).
Do you remember rock ‘n’ roll radio? The danger and derring-do of so-called “jungle music”? The wop-bop shoo-bop shoo-bop? Two local bands - Personal and the Pizzas and Shannon and the Clams - tap a good-natured, jokey vein of garage rock that summons those sentiments. Now might be the time to catch them as they play around town – if you’re there, get up in their hair, buy ‘em a brew or even a seafood pie.
Carol Brady and June Cleaver made motherhood look like a snap. An easy as homemade pie, wholly satisfying and utterly instinctual snap. But the adult survivors of TV-land's faux maternal perfection have made a cottage industry of kvetching, griping, sharing and obsessing. Mommy-blogging and mommy lit and maternal bitching are all the rage and the latest incarnation of “I'm an ambivalent parent here me roar” is the live storytelling series called Afterbirth and its tonight, one night only at Cobb's Comedy Club.
These, we’re told, are stories you won't read in a Parenting Magazine.
Andrew Kenny is one of those people where everything he touches turns to gold, and his newest music adventure, The Wooden Birds, is no exception to the rule. The former singer/songwriter of American Analog Set fame, or AmAnSet for super-groupies, has compiled a new batch of Austin-based lo-fi indie musicians to carry on the same mellow melodies that put him on the map. While similar, the most obvious differences between AmAnSet and The Wooden Birds is the heavy percussion section and the breathy, yet beautiful harmonies supplied by Leslie Sisson.
Ordinarily, I am no fan of gimmicky when it comes to eating and drinking. I do not like waiting in line, passwords, secret phone numbers or bars with unmarked phone numbers. So when I heard that a group of chefs and front-of-the-house people, led by chefs Chris Kronner and Danny Bowien (formerly of Serpentine and Farina, respectively) were opening a pop-up Thursday-nights-only supper club in the private room of Bruno's (the unfortunately named "Pussycat Lounge") I feared for the worst. (Full Disclosure: I worked at Chez Panisse with several of the people involved in this project).
|Best Post-Work Pump-Up: Tuesday Night at Crunch Gym
Feeling noncommittal, short on cash and like it wouldn’t kill you to lose a few pounds? Hitting up happy hour could cure what ails you: Every Tuesday, Crunch gym opens it doors to the public for a free 6 to 9 p.m. happy hour, featuring live DJs, group classes and more than a hundred ways to make you sweat. 2330 Polk St., 415-292-5444.
Best Happy Hour: 540 Club on Monday Nights
Chocolate and caramel, curry carts and cocktails for the road. Mexican fiestas, Hawaiian loco moco and Shanghai Bucks. Where to get goat in the Marina, black-sesame popsicles in the Mission and … Tums (available at any Walgreens).
Best Flowers: Sweet Nest Bouquet from Rose and Radish
If sorry seems to be the hardest word, let a Sweet Nest Bouquet from Rose and Radish—a delightful pairing of fresh flowers in a collectible Nymphenburg porcelain vessel —do the work for you. The Hayes Valley retail store recently closed its doors, but its art-driven perspective continues on its Web site, now featuring an online gift registry.
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