Randomly, SF (yep, cold-ass SF) has a large number of nude beaches, some of which are apparently more clothing-optional than others.

Dear LA: As you know, California is shared by two major cities (sorry, San Diego) -- one in the Northern half that is awesome, beautiful, and globally revered (ours!), and one in the Southern half that is none of those things (yours!).

At some point in your life as an SF resident, you're going to have friends and family come in from other cities, either to visit or move here, and you, as a denizen of this fair(-ish) city, are going to have to show them around.

A long time ago, in a galaxy that's about 30ish minutes away (and totally reachable via booze train), these seven awesome, new Peninsula bars and restaurants opened, and started serving everything from brisket-topped mac & cheese to cask-conditioned, English-style session ales.

16 'hoods entered the San Francisco Neighborhood Tournament, but only one exited victorious, and -- by one goddamn vote -- that victor is The Mission, which scraped by Hayes Valley in the closest vote of a week filled with close ones.

The Niners get back to work in a couple of weeks, which means you get back to eating alllll the chicken wings in a couple of weeks.

Chances are, if you live in SF, at some point you'll date someone who has a crazy dietary restriction.

Editor's Note: Voting for the Championship Round is closed, find out who took home the title right here.

According to people who aren't the worst, the Mission burrito is the greatest burrito that has ever burrito-ed.

Editor's Note: Voting for the Final Four is closed, but you can get in on the Championship Round right here.

Unless your rent goes up another $4, you're probably not leaving SF anytime soon.