Sonia Eliot 12:01 p.m., Feb. 10
Get some, bring it
Hmm... Keep thinking of that warm bar with the hugging hostess.
Chomp of a lifetime
Five minutes later she arrives with my steaming torta. All wrapped in its own papoose.
“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.
“Our regulars?” she says when I ask what they eat. “Anything with gravy. Lakeside loves gravy.”
A bulging, steaming egg breakfast at Anna’s
‘Do you know how to operate this projector?” asked H.R. Haldeman, President Nixon’s chief of staff. “Sure,” said Tony Vasquez. And from that day on, Tony, the guy sitting next to me at the counter, ...
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?”
Chewing the fat (and mussels and chicken) with Ken
“Name’s Ken,” says the guy on the right. “As in ‘Ken, still looking for Barbie.’"
Lope into Harney for Late Night Social Hour
“It’s fresh, not processed, and have you ever seen a fat Japanese guy? Except for sumo wrestlers?”
Late breakfast and happy hour at Caffe Primo
Good to have nice, big eggs with floods of bright yellow yolk.
Where’s Reagan when you need a wall torn down?
“It’s the border,” Rodrigo says. “So crazy. It stops good things happening all the time.”