Guys And Power Tools: A cliche, yeah, but still hot.
Sip: The pricey juice carts you can find around town. I’m too lazy to juice myself—but unfortunately I’m addicted to that life-affirming shit, and so I’ll gladly part with my hard-earned loot to have someone else serve it to me.
Bryce Street: A mythical lane (sometimes I can find it, sometimes I can’t) that takes you like a wormhole from inner Northeast where all the bars are to further-out NE where my house is without bother of stoplight or traffic. When you’re tired and/or tipsy, there’s nothing better—hope I stumble upon it this weekend.
Steady Rollin': Dusty tune straight outta SF. My bud Cairo got me hooked on this one—makes you want to get behind the wheel and go.