Clayton Truscott 11:53 a.m., April 19
Fries with that, Mr. President?
Man, this is one broad Broadway. Broadway, Lemon Grove, that is.
Finding religion and comida in Barrio Logan
It’s dark in the Barrio. Seven o’clock, Sunday night. I’m hoofing it along Logan Avenue. Muttering to myself. “Late again...” Because everything is closed. Carla will have eaten. Gotta have something. I hurry past Cuatro ...
“This used to be a brothel upstairs and liquor place down here.”
Smoked pineapples and nuked burgers not so bad.
“This place is old-fashioned, like a Cairo café. We don’t do loud music and DJs.”
His dream was always to make this the #1 jazz spot in the country. Or at least the county.
Poutine means "mess"
She looks like Renée Zellweger. Wait. Maybe she is René Zellwegger. Maybe the real Renée got sick of the movie life and paid another chica to come out to the cameras after the “facelift,” pretending ...
Drawn in by the sign, “Japanese Tapas and Noodles.” Huh. Japanese tapas?
Under the stainless grill is a fire with a pleasant resinous flavor wafting up from it.
"Best Breakfast in Town Coming Soon.” I’ve been watching this sign for months. We’re up on Hancock in the courtyard of 57 Degrees, the wine barn that hosts a monthly food-truck get-together. Not to mention ...
That North Park feeling in National City.
At night, that long walk up from the 8th Street trolley stop to National City Boulevard can get a little spooky. Especially when you’re walking the echoey stretch under the I-5. But then you cross ...
Gastro missionaries almost convert with a sweet potato longboat and cashew cream.
"Become totally manic about organic. Get your healthy on. Super foods for super humans!” Uh-oh. Back in the land of the super-healthy again. It’s incredible. Healthy is busting out all over. This cute place with ...