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Eavesdropping Once Again: the codependents at Basil

By Katy St. Clair

Published: March 5, 2008

If there's gonna be sports on TV in a bar — and let's face it, there always is — then I can hope that it will at least be hockey. It's the only sport that really makes sense to me. A...

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Depth of a Salesman: Parsing Economic Philosophy at Paragon

By Katy St. Clair

Published: February 27, 2008

There's a line in the Bible that reads, "There are many rooms in my father's house." I have no idea what this means, but it often runs through my head when I am traveling through San Francisco...

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Cougars, Paul Robeson, and PMS Pepper Bouncer's Trip to Kilowatt

By Katy St. Clair

Published: February 20, 2008

So I went off Prozac a few months back, and my brain is just starting to stabilize. At first I fell into a really gnarly depression, the usual dark matter that sucks you into the void. But that...

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All in the Family: Drinking After Hours at Laiola

By Katy St. Clair

Published: February 13, 2008

Sometimes I really miss working in a restaurant. People from all walks of life band together for a few hours and work really hard. Then the doors close and you all hang out at the bar and talk...

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Bouncer Tees Off on Condi Rice, Televised Football

By Katy St. Clair

Published: February 6, 2008

It's always interesting to me when learned, accomplished women turn out to be obsessed with sports. For example, Joyce Carol Oates loves boxing. Even stranger, Condoleezza Rice loves football. She...

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Taking Cues from Oprah: Making a Man List at the Beach Chalet

By Katy St. Clair

Published: January 30, 2008

Something caught my eye the other day while I was driving along the Great Highway. It was an old library-looking building with a restaurant on top, where rows of bluehairs were eating soup and...

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Bouncer Sees The Three Stages of Relationships at Pilsner Inn

By Katy St. Clair

Published: January 23, 2008

It's hard to say whether San Francisco's appeal lies more in its opportunities for participation or in its opportunities for observance. What I'm saying is, are you more the sort who lives in an...

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Book nerds unite at the Marina's Horseshoe Tavern

By Katy St. Clair

Published: January 16, 2008

Peter Ustinov looks nothing like Hercule Poirot, Agatha Christie's Belgian sleuth. Yet he portrayed him a few times on film, despite being too fat, too fair of complexion, and not Belgian. It has...

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Bouncer gets caught by the cops

By Katy St. Clair

Published: January 9, 2008

What's your New Year's resolution? Lose some weight? Quit smoking? Stop reading crappy, self-centered columns written in the first person? (D'oh! You already blew it, homie.) Mine is simple. I...

Feature

My Body, My Self

Food issues and a bad self-image led our columnist to undergo weight-loss surgery. She's still a mess, but a better-looking one.

By Katy St. Clair

Published: January 2, 2008

The nurses are having a really hard time finding a vein into which to place the IV tubes I will need during and after my surgery for morbid obesity. I make my usual "This is why I'm not a junkie"...

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Later, dude: Bouncer waits for no man at Benders

By Katy St. Clair

Published: December 19, 2007

One thing people learn about me pretty quickly is that I am ridiculously prompt. "Meet me at my house at 7," friends will say, so I'll show up at 6:59, and they'll answer the door, often still in...

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Bad kissers and Palm Pilot porn: another night out at Elbo Room

By Katy St. Clair

Published: December 12, 2007

Do you believe in fate? Or is fate something we ascribe after a significant event happens to us? One month ago my friend walked into a bookstore to sell some books and met the love of her life....

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Butter

By Katy St. Clair

Published: December 5, 2007

Greetings, cultural elite, limousine liberals, bleeding hearts, environmental wackos, Defeatocrats, surrender monkeys, and those who chose the gay lifestyle. I come to you from the drive-by media,...

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My Dinner with Dukie: All You Can Eat at the Granada Cafe

By Katy St. Clair

Published: November 28, 2007

There is something magical about going out to eat with good friends. Last week I sat around a table with my work buddies, who tend to the same crew of developmentally disabled clients. My funny...

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Shipwrecked with San Francisco's Best Bartending Storyteller

By Katy St. Clair

Published: November 21, 2007

I've been thinking a lot about the Cosco Busan ship that hit the Bay Bridge, causing that terrible oil spill. I imagine a vessel the size of a city block moving soundlessly through the fog and...

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The Orbit Room Just Needs a Bouncer's Love

By Katy St. Clair

Published: November 14, 2007

There's an old '90s pop psychology saying, probably from Women Who Love Too Much or, like, The Codependent Peter Pan Who Runs with the Wolves , or whatever. Anyway, it goes like this: Are you...

Music

Oakland Metal Titans Saviours Are the Real Deal

By Katy St. Clair

Published: November 7, 2007

Few music diehards go to as many pains to define genre minutiae as metalheads. For example, within the thin line dividing black metal and death metal exist "crossovers," bands that dig both...

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Bouncer's Crush Busses Ex Right in Front of Her -- Sooo Messed Up

By Katy St. Clair

Published: November 7, 2007

This week's Bouncer will be a book report of sorts, because what I have considered to be my bible throughout adulthood is getting me through a rough patch right now, and hopefully it will also...

Books

Kiss My Bass

Book by a former boy band heartthrob states the obvious

By Katy St. Clair

Published: October 24, 2007

Okay, let's begin with a bit of a spoiler: Lance Bass, the deepest voice in the defunct boy band *NSYNC, is gay. If that was a surprise to you, here's another spoiler: RuPaul is a dude. Bass'...

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Bouncer and Floyd from Fat Wreck Hit the Rite Spot

By Katy St. Clair

Published: October 17, 2007

"Hi!" the bouncy bartender said. "We're closing at midnight." It was eleven. I could deal. She then informed me that it was happy hour "all night long," which meant for the next hour, I surmised....