Ian Anderson 11 a.m., Aug. 1
Scarfing remnants of beer-fed cow and lobster bits
"This is crazy,” says Carla. We’re climbing up the stairs toward the most expensive watering hole in downtown Coronado, if you’re after steaks. A $120 steak, anyone? News of this ran like an electric shock ...
Get stuffed on Meze-Greek’s fusion foods
Two ancient tastes and methods, one downtown fusion joint.
Back from the dead with the whole hog
The hoof stares me in the face. “Eat me!” it says. Oh, Lordy. But this is what I came for. It’s Sunday. Feeling a little hung over, truth to tell. “You sure this works?” I ...
Ed skips the hookah and inhales a panini
“Hookahs are definitely cheaper there,” she says. “But you get less of a head-rush from them.”
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 ...