… And Film Night In Dolores Park, Oh My!
Greetings and salutations* from the private screening room of the Subterranean Beatnik Library auteur scoundrel Vincent Gallo once desecrated after focus-testing a four-hour director’s cut of his biker-gets-a-blowjob epic Brown Bunny (2003) on an unwilling gang of bipolar Hell’s
At my house, though, we always take our margaritas up, in a cocktail glass—as opposed to on the rocks, which is how most people seem to drink them. I had my first margarita up back home in Austin in 1996. Drinking it this way means that it stays undiluted and has an elegant, almost creamy smoothness, which I love. I've never gone back.
The best is yet to come: Clown Alley becomes Pickles.
Friends, we’re about to become a world-class burger town. If you were among those who scoffed when Daniel Boulud first presented his $40 foie gras stuffed burger at his restaurant in NYC, thinking it would never come to our shores…well, let’s just say you might be eating crow.
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