Shelli DeRobertis 2 p.m., July 30
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.”
It's all Café La Rue now, but a fitting tribute to Paris
I went here before the Paris massacre. Now I’m glad I did. Because it makes you remember what it is you love about the French. Like, Paris, and the café life they gave the world. ...
Under the bun, a big patty, an avalanche of blue-cheese crumbles, and glistening tongues of bacon.
You feel a little awestruck just walking around here. This is Scripps, maybe the biggest concentration of brainpower west of Harvard Square. Everyone has to have a PhD to even get in the door, seems ...
Had asked for tender. It is tender. Had hoped for tasty. Oh, man...
I knew it the moment I hauled open the door. This. Is. A. Mistake. Could see the businessmen inside cracking their chopsticks apart, flattening down their silk ties. I mean, this is Nobu, right? The ...
Root beer and steak strips and onion-pepper tangles and cookies and lots of everything
‘Ya-hooo! Drink Mountain Dew!” I’m in a museum here. On a side street in Lemon Grove, looking at this ancient wall ad. I like the last line, too: “It’ll tickle yore innards!” Next to it, ...
Amble into the Yemeni restaurant
Areekah? Eureka! Yemeni cuisine ancient and, in Southern California, rarified.
No time to dither if you are going to snatch that happy hour sugo deal
“This rib of yours is the bone they cut the ribeye steak out of.”
Santa Maria-style BBQ from Oceanside and root beer from right-here in the Village
The two old crones stir the vats surrounded by circling bats. Okay, no bats. No quoting from Macbeth. No crones. But these gals really are stirring up brews in vats, with billows of fog coming ...