Jeff Smith 2:30 p.m., June 26
Come on, li’l burger
I am the captain of my ship. I stride my bridge deck. I scan the scuddy blue seaway ahead of me. Tallships bob everywhere below. That’s how it feels anyway. Star of India, HMS Surprise, ...
In deepest Stingaree for brekky
Mary Smith sat here. So did a lot of her ladies of the night. So did the mayor of San Diego. They say he was a client. But that was the Gilded Age. It was ...
“I wipe down the tables, grandpa cooks the fish, and mom takes orders at the register.”
Oh, man. Ria wants nuts and twigs. I’m dreaming of fish and chips. Splots of malt vinegar. Cocktail sauce. Greasy, crispy chunks of cod. “Ho-kay,” says Ria. “Your funeral, buddy. Know how many calories and ...
“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 ...
Eat, drink, wager
“Usually, you’ll hear the roar down here, guys yelling when a race is entering the last stretch.”
Clacking chops help save the world at Plant Power
“The methane that cattle produce warms the world 20 times faster than auto emissions.”
“No!” says Carmen. “Finish first. You will eat my camarones hot.”
“People love us. We haven’t stopped since we got here.”
Out on Park. Just come from NewSchool of Architecture. Lecture by this guy who wants to “depave” the world and “rewild” the cities. Oh, man, if only we could. Of course, the talk and questions ...
Dim sum is a big deal in China. Right?
“Shin-nyen kwhy-ler,” says Dong Ha. “Happy New Year! Mandarin. What they’d say in Beijing.”
“He wants some food,” says Marianna. “But he only eats raw fish.”
Get some, bring it
Hmm... Keep thinking of that warm bar with the hugging hostess.