The weekend welcomes August to the stage.
Endless steak sandwiches are yours for the taking when you swing by Morton's for a happy hour drink. In other words, your post-work martini habit just got a lot more filling.
After a month in their new store, the folks at Chrome are ready to party. They're serving beer all night and taking 25 percent off messenger bags, backpacks and all cycling-related product. Just take it easy on the brew if you plan to be messengering later.
At 4:08am Friday, the moon moves directly between the sun and the earth, creating a total solar eclipse. Pack your toothbrush, sleeping bag and maybe a flask and witness the live webcast (from northwest China) at Exploratorium's overnighter. Hooray, science.
Opened last weekend by an NYC chef-couple (formerly at East Village brunch fave Prune), Eloise will fill you with southern French/northern Italian farmhouse fare like roasted bone marrow and ricotta gnocchi, and bread- and almond-based white gazpacho.
Playboy Playmates and SuicideGirls serve as ring candy, and there'll be B-boys breakdancing and ultimate fighters duking and kicking it out. We know: We had you at Playmates.
All the rage in NYC a few months back, this cranberry-sized miracle berry numbs your palate's sour and bitter tastebuds, making you perceive all sour things to be sweet—turning beer into chocolate shakes and tequila into lemonade. If only that had worked on your ex.
This UK clothing company started in the '60s as the first company to make Oxford shirts, and now the sartorial pioneer is celebrating one year in SF with free-flowing Bass ale, DJ sets and 30 percent off everything. Sounds pukka.
