In what he claims may truly be his final season, Warriors savior Don Nelson is again rallying his ragtag lineup and underdog mentality to try to steal his first NBA championship. Well, screw the title. Or win it. It doesn’t really matter. As contributing writer Jaimal Yogis discovered while trailing Nelson this spring, the coach’s unpredictable ways, not his wins, are what fans pay $10,000 per season ticket to savor.
Dead Meat, Chapter 3: Salt and batteryWith a famous chef still missing, food writer David Tuckwall has a violent encounter with the angry vegan behind the crime. | Quite a pearNow that fall is here, markets are bursting with pears, and buttery Warrens are the pick of the season. |
Drink like you mean itLong live the timeless dive bars in and around the Tenderloin, where a night out is all about getting back to basics. |
Georg Jensen’s handcrafted silver is capturing a new audience of big-ticket connoisseurs drawn to modern, graceful lines.
Editorial intern and bluegrass musician Brian Heffernan reviews the eighth annual festival's highlights.
The eyes at San Francisco magazine capture two days of good, clean, carnival-themed fun at the second annual festival.
Irascible, iconoclastic, infectious—what made Don Nelson this way?
When you’re traveling, sometimes knowing what’s ahead is even more exciting than anticipating the unknown.
In a follow up to San Francisco's August feature on the future of slaughterhouses, Incanto chef Chris Cosentino offers a view of the past with a look at his collection of vintage abattoir photos.
Don't blame us—you said it.
For 35 years, Bay Area finance revolutionaries have been pushing a personal investing strategy that brokers despise and hope you ignore.