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Pleasure additive

An Ed-ucation in cheap, local Thai in IB, nothing tamada allowed.

‘Whu-where are we?” Yes, I’m kinda nervous. Driving with Ria, Carla’s best buddy. I mean, she’s a good driver and all, but this wagon: Volvo, 200,000 miles before the odometer stopped working, heater won’t turn ...

The Alabaman way

“People would come home from work, shower, then go out…to places like this.”

Tuesday, 8 p.m. What’s this buzz outside Felix’s? People, mostly African-American, are milling around the entrance, some dressed to the nines. Inside you can hear music and see what looks like a party going on. ...

Just the right amount of wrong

Ed susses out and scarfs Desi’s crunchalicious bargain half-pounder.

Oh, man. This is one desolate little stretch of street. Lytton. Loma Portal. Quarter mile of traffic-crammed blight. Maybe it’s the half light. Whatever, I come to a closed-up, windowless, brick-red-painted concrete building with no ...

Hoary gents & brandy

Ed’s eyes lock on a knockwurst-on-waffle sandwich.

"Come in, sir,” says this voice. It’s a guy looking through a partition. We’re inside an ancient, 100-year-old building right by the ballpark. I just wandered in here looking for food. We’re in this passage ...

Corporate quinoa

Ed gets the lowdown on inside-out superfoods

‘Look, I’m telling you,” says my buddy Daley, “this place is the real deal. Ya gotta have the quinoa burger.” He’s talking about this health chain. I mean, Daley was in the Army. Likes no-nonsense ...

Hot dogs and holiness

Ed learns about the spirit of giving and makes an offering of a half-dog.

"Misery loves company, but holiness loves company more!” I can hear him across Petco Park’s parking lot. He’s standing, speechifying, holding forth. Something about “I was high on crystal meth. I got beat up by ...

A whole lot of lunch

Ed just about busts his gut at the Parlour.

At last. Have been watching this site for months. I’m riding on the southbound Orange Line as it pulls in to the Park and Market stop. Bunch of school kids haul out and start streaming ...

Mad with envy

South of Rosarito, at Ruben’s, Ed becomes a happy camper.

“You come at, say, nine in the morning, I guarantee you won’t get out before two.”

All the wine glasses on the high shelf shatter

Bedford finds an aria and a cream river at Café 1134

Opera? On Orange Avenue? I was ambling up Coronado’s main street, trying to figure out what to do for the three hours Carla usually takes to get her hair frou-froued up over here — Diane ...

It’s worth dipping into

Down at the Chula Vista Marina, Ed continues on his big mussel jag.

"’ll meet you at the Galley,” says Joe into his cell phone. This was during one of the heat waves. He lives way east of El Cajon, so I knew he was pitching for the ...

Sprouts and mussels and — wait, did I miss it?

Slurping it up at Sea180.

“Everyone has waited ten years for this,” he says. “People said, ‘It’s I.B. It’ll never happen!’”

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