The East Bay Rats are well known for their fight nights (SFist even crashed the party way back in 2005*), but hanging out at the San Pablo Avenue clubhouse of a motorcycle (ahem) club isn't exactly everyone's cup of tea. Still, there's no denying: the thought of attending a night of friendly subculture-on-subculture bloodsport is kind of appealing. The punks seem like easy money here, with their spiked leather jackets and distracting hair colors, but we wouldn't discount the hipsters - they tend to come prepared with menacing gadgets like iPhones and boutique ice cream. Peep the full flyer below and mark your calendar if that's your kind of thing. more ›

Friday night, while we were hanging out with the SXSW crew for a last hurrah, friend (and roommate) of SFist Bayete got a last minute invite to an impromptu fight night at the club house of the inimitable East Bay Rats. While there he took some absolutely fantastic photos, and lucky for us, suggested that we may want to use one. We saw the pictures and said, "Hey, mind if we use a few?" And a photo essay was born. Dudes getting it in the face and boxing foxes after the jump. more ›

We've crashed the SFMoma Tenth Anniversary. We've crashed an East Bay Rats party. Last Friday, we crashed the nerdiest party ever, and we loved it. Not just because of all the free goodness from Google. But because geeks love nerds, even if we can't understand what the hell they're talking about. more ›

If anyone ever invites you to an East Bay Rats party, cancel whatever plans you may already have and go. Seriously. SFist has never seen anything quite like what we saw Saturday night -- a three ring circus of awesomeness, including a ring of fire, a boxing ring, and the ring of music. more ›