Tin Fork

An omelet as big as a pregnant armadillo

Too big!

“Our regulars?” she says when I ask what they eat. “Anything with gravy. Lakeside loves gravy.”

Naughty breakfast

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, ...

Disgustingly good

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?”

While I.B. is still I.B.

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.’"

Chicken climax

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?”

Man’s brekky here

Late breakfast and happy hour at Caffe Primo

Good to have nice, big eggs with floods of bright yellow yolk.

The fridge between worlds

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.”

Au revoir to noir

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. ...

Smokin’ big

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 ...

These big chunks are swoon-worthy

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 ...

We didn't want the sandwiches to stop

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, ...

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