Don Bauder 6:30 p.m., July 2
Duska, who’s slim and svelte, says she doesn’t eat this kind of dish so much.
‘We could see the blizzard coming,” says John. “I was ten. Our school was small. Five students. Winnie, my pony, was waiting outside. This was winter, Wyoming. Had to get home ahead of it. It ...
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 ...
Wow. Last time I met so many submariners at the same time was at the late, great underwater sailors’ hangout named the Horse and Cow, across from Liberty Station. Tonight, there’s a bunch of them ...
Attacking a snack like a cobra around midnight.
“Alas, people usually throw away the whole head of the fish, where all the flavor is.”
Know when to flip it
“You won’t regret it,” says Karen.“The iron rack. It’s totally seasoned.”
A promise of heat
What did the rest of the world do before the Spanish brought tomatoes back from New World?
The charro and the pioneer lady set the kids into teams. “Now, don’t worry about breaking the eggs,” says the lady. “They’re made of wood. First team back with the egg still in the spoon ...
I take a chunk of meat, collect some noodles and bean sprouts, and shove them in my maw.
Sticky stuff force field at Main Tap Tavern
“The End is Beer,” reads a little sign. “Uh, you do food?” I ask the gal at the bar.
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 ...