For those of you who miss the "old San Francisco"—who lament that tech and wealth and gentrification and provincial attitudes have come to replace the weird, funky, groovy, boho, quirky, far-out, thoughtful, sometimes-seedy-in-a-cool-way, really revolutionary vibe of the City by the Bay—we have a special 4/20 tonic for you. Because in case you haven't noticed, there's a movement happening here.
Mixed martial artist Conon McGregor famously said, “Movement is the best form of medication. Any time you move, it makes your brain sharper. It makes your mind sharper.” Sharpen your mind and body with these fabulous East Bay runs.
Craft farmers. Small batch. Sustainability. Those aren’t just buzzwords for pretty much every restaurant in the 7x7—nope, this is the tagline for the world's first major ad campaign for a cannabis brand, and it has sprouted up on Bay Area billboards today—tomorrow, look for them on Muni buses and in the local media, too.
Feeling stumped over what to do this weekend? Here's a little inspiration.
Say what you will about the two rival cities, but it seems like a lot of our Bay Area friends are moving south to LA, and (barely) cheaper rent can't be the only reason. We talked to five ex-pats in the creative field who traded in San Francisco's hills for a little more sunshine, and asked them what they miss the most about the glorious Bay Area.
Sun and seafood shacks are what coastal dreams are made of. There's nothing better than biting into a soft abalone taco or slurping hot, creamy clam chowder when your stomach is growling after a day on the road. If you're thinking of hitting Highway 1, here are five of our favorite stops for seafood lovers between San Francisco to Los Angeles.
Get ready for some Gus Van Sant and Guy Pearce sightings: The Hollywood crew behind the award-winning film Milk and the Memento star are scheduled to film scenes for a new LGBT miniseries in the Castro later this month.
If you haven’t yet discovered the magical elixir that is boba tea, it goes a little like this: creamy “milk” tea poured over ice with bb-sized chewy tapioca pearls at the bottom, which you suction up the oversized straw as you drink the tea. It’s half snack, half caffeinated heaven.
A local marijuana reporter’s field notes and gossip from the intersection of pot, money, and power in the epicentral San Francisco Bay Area.