With the motto "If it's smokin', we're open" Pacifica's Gorilla Barbeque is a glorious dedication to the fine art of grilling meat. Chances are good you'll stand in line for 15 minutes before getting to the order counter. Then, you better be fast! Pork ribs, beef brisket, pulled pork, or chicken?! Place your order, and step aside; a whole lotta barbecue is coming your way. Established by two Pacifica natives, the big orange boxcar on Highway 1 has been churning out choice grilled meats since 2006, even landing a spot on the Food Network.
It's no secret that parking in the city is a bitch. So we've enlisted local parking guru and author of Finding the Sweet Spot, David La Bua, to dish out weekly tips on navigating the ins and outs of city parking.
For those of you who work downtown and commute by car, listen up: there are more parking spots out there than you know about. We'll post about where they are and how to spot them in a few hours, but for now, test your parking IQ with this quiz (we'll post the answer to the quiz in a bit as well).
What percentage of moving traffic in the SF business districts are drivers searching for curbside parking?
I've professed my love for certain things IKEA before, but there's also plenty that leaves me cold. For instance, I could do without that sinking certainty after a purchase that–regardless of what you're coming home with–there are hundreds, nay, thousands of homes with exactly the same thing, instantly recognizable in style to all who see it.
Perhaps the greatest validation of Wall Street, Oliver Stone’s eloquent 1987 take on big-business corruption, was the eventual exposure of white-collar con men like Kenneth Lay and Bernie Madoff, whose unchecked greed would, years later, cost those who trusted them – and America – dearly.
Stone could at this point have let the facts speak for themselves, but instead chose to resurrect Gordon Gekko, the reptilian corporate raider, made famous by Michael Douglas, whose credo – “greed is good” – became the unofficial mantra of the Me Generation.
When Bob Rosenthal, executor of Allen Ginsberg’s estate, first approached filmmakers Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman in 2005, asking them to do the seemingly impossible – adapt Ginsberg’s 1956 epic poem Howl for a movie – they immediately accepted his challenge. But how to do it?
“There was no way we were going to make the 50th anniversary, but we made the 55th,” says Friedman, 59. He and Epstein, an Oscar-winner for 1984’s The Times of Harvey Milk, had previously directed The Celluloid Closet, a 1995 documentary chronicling the history of gays in cinema.
The constant wrangling we see in The Romantics, directed and adapted from her own novel by Prozac Nation screenwriter Galt Neiderhoffer, might leave us emotionally drained if only we cared more, or perhaps knew more, about the characters at the heart of her talky melodrama.
This much we do know: A group of well-to-do Yalies have gathered along the picturesque Long Island shore for the marriage of ruggedly handsome Tom (Josh Duhamel) and his spoiled, emotionally distant bride-to-be Lila (Anna Paquin).
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