Robert Bush 5 p.m., Jan. 23
Happy Hour Reviews
Water. Adam’s Ale. Hobo cocktail. Sky juice. Call it whatever, it’s one of the few things around that’s still actually free. And — hey hey! — today, water made it possible for me to finagle ...
New year resolution time: gonna eat healthy. Gonna eat less. Gonna live on nuts and twigs. Or...eat Thai? ’Cause I keep seeing Thai cuisine on lists of the world’s healthiest diets. And especially my all-time ...
Eat for a fraction of what regular customers pay
Hey, all this talk about how the rich are shutting out the rest of us? How come in the past ten years happy hour has increased by, oh, 3 zillion percent? No self-respecting luxury eatery ...
Zing to it
Just imagine: A shipload of starving, scurvy-ridden Spanish sailors struggling ashore through the tidal mud flats and seeing...this? A deck full of tourists and well-heeled Diegans scarfing away at ribs, burgers, and cervezas? They missed ...
Greed is good
This was where I learned to appreciate the humble carrot. It started simply enough. I was heading along Market past that cool newish condo tower Strata, when I came across this sign: “Café Now Open.” ...
“You’ve got to eat the whole thing: head, legs, shell, and all, except the tail.”
Cucarachas? Never thought I’d be eating them tonight. But, Barrio Logan is full of surprises. This new Baja bar-eatery, El Pulpo, has sprouted up in what’s becoming “downtown” Barrio Logan. Tonight, Friday, sunset’s glowering over ...
“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.