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Inner Sunset, ranked by how badly I want it right now: legendary Arizmendi scones, Marnee Thai pad see ew, Crepevine when I'm genuinely feral.

In 1972 someone trucked redwoods from the Santa Cruz Mountains and planted them in the FiDi. Now there's a half-acre grove in the Pyramid's shadow where finance bros eat lunch without checking their phones.

The Boba Guys started because Andrew Chau and Bin Chen, two friends from their Timbuk2 days, were gutted when their favorite local boba shop closed. So they taught themselves to make it off YouTube, nailed a recipe in 2011, and launched a pop-up at Ken Ken Ramen in white lab coats, part homage to ch

You're wheezing halfway up a Castro hill and the meeting can wait. Neighbor's Corner has the big windows and Japanese treats to justify canceling your afternoon.

Sorted by neighborhood so you can stop pretending you'll trek across town. Wherever the fog has you stranded, there's dinner under $50 nearby in San Francisco.

Nobody warns you that in San Francisco you will overhear a $40 million valuation and a plan to disrupt sandwiches in the very same coffee line.

Things the Brides of March had: all genders, all ages, every manner of thrift store gown. Some pristine, some held together by optimism. Things it did not have: anyone fighting a parking meter on Polk.

Free AC, culture, and a clean bathroom all in one building? The de Young is free with a library card on certain Saturdays. SFMOMA stays frigid and, per our writer, is also a fantastic place to take a crap. Multitasking.

During a sold-out 20-night run at the reopened Castro Theatre, Sam Smith quietly started a second Instagram just to document eating their way around the Bay, and called the few thousand followers piggies. The finale was the dry-fried wings at San Tung in the Inner Sunset, and they showed up early en

Wonderful Dessert uses REAL taro, not the artificial purple powder. It's the cheapest boba on Irving, looks like a candy store, and was cash-only for so long that regulars still talk about it like a rite of passage.

I went to the secret Cave Rave at Lands End sober, with a banana flask full of iced tea, in a faux fur jacket. I left before midnight and a girl in cat ears asked if the vibe was bad. The vibe was fabulous.

In San Francisco, a normal Tuesday includes a farmers market, a small protest, and a man in a full wetsuit buying one single lemon at the Outer Richmond Safeway.

Name a bar in your neighborhood with a working pool table. We mapped 32 of them across SF so you stop pretending darts is a sport.

Tucked onto Grant Avenue in North Beach is Macchiarini Creative Design, the oldest jewelry-design and sculpture studio in the entire United States. Three generations, one family, going strong since Peter Macchiarini opened the doors in 1948. Dan and his daughter Emma are at the bench there today.

Symphony. Opera. Ballet. All three now run by women, in the same city that can't keep a corner store open past 9. Eun Sun Kim, Tamara Rojo, and now Elim Chan. Quietly, SF rearranged the whole power structure of classical music.

Ever stared down a $2,500 parking bill you absolutely could not pay? One San Franciscan decided the city could have its boot back, just not his car.

Pink Saturday is the warmup before the Pride parade, and it happens right in Dolores Park. Wear your loudest pink, bring snacks to share, and expect to cry a little.

Why is it San Franciscans will wait forty minutes for a croissant in the Richmond but treat a 15-minute Muni delay like the world has ended?

A century ago San Francisco dressed dapper. These days the Bay Area runs on sweats and lounge chic, so we went back to the roaring '20s to see how the city looked when it got dressed up.

Fewer than 3,000 people live on Treasure Island, almost three decades after the Navy left. The redevelopment plan wants everyone within a 10-minute walk of the basics. We went to see what's actually there.