Don Bauder 4:30 p.m., Feb. 11
“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.
Halcyon and Stella bring the unusual
I was passing 15th and J the other evening. The pinnacle apartment tower was all lit up, advertising rental apartments from $2K to $10K per month. But where do all those gentrified renters go to ...
Chomp of a lifetime
Five minutes later she arrives with my steaming torta. All wrapped in its own papoose.
“No. Not alive. They’re just so thin, they wave around in the lightest breeze.”
Running into the god of fertility and foxes in the Gaslamp.
God’s Extended Hand
It’s 6:30 at night. Dark already. The rain’s dropping in sudden downpours and then disappearing. Tents line the chain-link fence of the vacant block on J Street. And then, in the gloom, you realize those ...
“Our regulars?” she says when I ask what they eat. “Anything with gravy. Lakeside loves gravy.”
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, ...