San Francisco

at Scandinavian Details; 364 Hayes St, at Gough; Hayes Valley; 415.552.1100

Designed and crafted in Sweden, these old-school-slick timepieces sport solid stainless-steel casing, a genuine leather (black/white/brown) band, and a fat, glowing LED display in red or green. In keeping with Scandinavian no-nonsenseness, there're two buttons only, for time & date -- for the calculator function, look in front of the watch, and you should find ten fingers.

708 14th St; The Castro; 415.861.2682

Formerly Will's Vietnamese, this mirror-lined cafe's trotting out a revamped look (Mini koi fountain? Check) and an expanded menu that includes starters like BBQ pork rolls and a poached shrimp-loaded papaya salad, plus mains from marinated wok-roasted crab to the watercress/tomato/red onion-topped filet mignon known as "Dancing Beef" (it narrowly defeated Slater on Dancing with the Steers).

Right in time for summer, this GMap provides an aerial view of 276 SF tennis courts, with a legend indicating each one's particulars (public/private/lighting/backboard). Hovering over each gives you address/phone, while zooming in gets you close enough to literally see the lines and nets, or in the case of Bayview, not-nets.

Through July, all Lark Creek 'raunts (One Market, LarkCreekSteak, etc) are slinging their 1000+ American wines at half price. The discounts run from a pricey Spotteswood Cab (slashed to $82), to a now-$23 Sauv Blanc from Garry Farrell, Napa viticulturalist, lead singer of Pinot for Winos.

Witness the truth behind SF's most famous/geographically fanciful chase scene ever, as Steve McQueen's '68 Mustang route is juxtaposed against a "map". Beginning in Potrero, the action jumps through 7 'hoods before the bad guys crash and burn down by Monster Park -- a stadium where, if we're being accurate, it's mainly the good guys who crash and burn.

If what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, then how the hell are you supposed to find out about its dress-down, rock-n-roll strip club or resident super-pious hooker? You won't, you poor bastard.