As to the SF Chronicle. I have been a lifelong addict to newspaper reading, but a couple months of the SF Chronicle cured me of the habit.
Oh yeah. A perennial rag. With family in SF we used to vist often (Uncle Joe is a retired MUNI motorman), and even as a kid I couldn't stand the Chronicle; nor could my dad. When visiting, first thing in the morning me and dad would hop in the VW bug and drive downtown to look for an L.A. Times. Sometimes we'd find one, sometimes not. Kinda hit or miss, even at newsstands we knew.
On return to the suburban flat near Daly City (nowadays a short walk from a BART station) Aunt Joan would ask where we had gone.
Dad: To get a newspaper.
Aunt Joan: But we HAVE a newspaper.
Dad: No you don't.
Aunt Joan: We have the Chronicle delivered every day!
Dad: That's what I said. No newspaper.
Aunt Joan: The Chronicle has Herb Caen! [deadguy columnist]
Dad and me in unison: HACK!!
On and on and on, in something of a north/south ritual.