Ken Harrison 3:30 p.m., Feb. 9
Happy Hour Reviews
“No. Not alive. They’re just so thin, they wave around in the lightest breeze.”
Running into the god of fertility and foxes in the Gaslamp.
A triumph of degustation at Vigilucci's
“Let’s stop right here, take it all home. Then fry it all up for breakfast tomorrow. Yes?”
Late breakfast and happy hour at Caffe Primo
Good to have nice, big eggs with floods of bright yellow yolk.
It's all Café La Rue now, but a fitting tribute to Paris
I went here before the Paris massacre. Now I’m glad I did. Because it makes you remember what it is you love about the French. Like, Paris, and the café life they gave the world. ...
Had asked for tender. It is tender. Had hoped for tasty. Oh, man...
I knew it the moment I hauled open the door. This. Is. A. Mistake. Could see the businessmen inside cracking their chopsticks apart, flattening down their silk ties. I mean, this is Nobu, right? The ...
No time to dither if you are going to snatch that happy hour sugo deal
“This rib of yours is the bone they cut the ribeye steak out of.”
Chomp 'n' charge in the pampas, or Little Italy
"I tell you,” says Patrick Brown, “San Diego has the most competitive happy hour on the whole coast. And I’ve researched happy hours from Seattle to San Francisco to L.A. We have the best.” I’m ...
Taking stretch-dollar business to the Gaslamp
It’s sunset on Fifth, Friday night. Gaslamp’s rocking. Pedicabs strain by with tourists squeezed three across in the back and reggae music blasting out. The cyclo guy’s calf muscles bulge as he hauls his load ...
So good to be back. I first came here two years ago. Then popped in earlier this winter when I discovered their happy hour. Devoured a totally delicious $3 eggplant roll. Promised more in this ...