K. Mennem 6:15 p.m., May 21
Stories by Ed Bedford
Maizbaan’s Pakistani cuisine is so good, Ed returns days later for another meal.
Kafe Sobaka/Restoran Pomegranate offers Ed Bedford plate sizes ranging from “Communist” to “Imperialist.”
Cruising down Garnet, heading for the #30 bus at Mission and Felspar, when I find myself crossing Bayard. It’s closed off to traffic. Huh. Oh, yeah, it’s Tuesday. Must be the farmers’ market. Lots of ...
Ed raids a farmhouse (from Point Loma) in the valley (Sorrento).
Grazing’s good next to Kearny Mesa’s airfield.
Just think: If Wall Street hadn’t collapsed, happy hour may never have exploded the way it has. All these bars and eateries wouldn’t have needed our business so bad. As it is, suddenly I can ...
Ed meets Sixth Avenue Bistro’s humble gumbo man.
Whew. Just hiked up West Washington from the Washington Street trolley. Quite a climb. Crazy traffic. No sidewalk. Then I spot this beautiful li’l French bistro. I know I shouldn’t go in. Too sophisticated, too ...
Ed finds the Red Rooster, a Louisiana-style eatery tucked away in Lincoln Park.
Ed kills by eating
Ed kills an oyster at Spike Africa’s, in the Gaslamp District. He also learns about Spike Africa, the man.
Ed has a meaty snack at the “Not So Fast” food truck, which specializes in paleo diet items.
As the cocktail world turns, Ed Bedford chews at downtown’s Sora Restaurant.
Ed kicks himself for not visiting Chef Arturo sooner.
Ed has hot-hot-hot soup at Plumeria, which is a Thai restaurant that bills itself first as “vegetarian.”
Ed says “What the heck” and orders the snail pizza
Snail pizza at Tijuana’s El Taller Baja-Mex Restaurant.
The Village @ 631 serves up come coffee and sausage at Ed’s request
Kelia swings her butt as only Hawaiians can. “That’s called ‘hula for moolah,’” says her mom, Kealani. They burst out laughing. “I used to have all the staff do it,” Kealani says. “Every time a ...
The ghost comes and sits in Chanel’s husband’s chair. “I heard the chair creak. Then I looked, from ten feet away, right here by the curtain, and I saw it, the empty chair, bounce back ...
Bistro d’Asia in Coronado was a Mexican restaurant when Marilyn Monroe and Errol Flynn came to dine.
Ma Eugenia’s Kitchen in Logan Heights prepares several traditional stews daily.
Ed Bedford gets a burger at the Alamo Mexican Cafe and then hits Churchill Cigar Lounge before last call.
Ed leaves his order to Cool Hand Kate, Miss Sushi
Kate Murray went to sushi school against the advisement of men who told her raw fish begins cooking in women’s hands because they’re warmer than men’s.
Chris lifts up Guinness number 66. “I’m aiming for 100,” he says. “You get five free pints for every 100 pints you drink, and your name on that ‘Guinness Century Club’ plaque.” He indicates a ...
The Cheese Shop doesn’t specialize in cheese, they were too embarrassed to tell Mr. Cleese.
Ed unhinges his jaw and attacks a sandwich at Rubicon Deli. One of the most popular, says Caesar, is called the “Rich Boy.” (“Like a Po’ Boy, but better.”)
Ed Bedford and Elmer Niederfrank’s ghost approve of the ice cream being made in National City.
Restaurants you can take to heart.
There are some places that you kinda take to heart. They’re more than the dish or the deal. Something clicks about the people and the place, and you want to come back and be a part of it. These are just some.
Ed Bedford sniffs out the tostilocos (a newish Tijuana street food) in National City.
Slurpin’ at Pho Vinh Vietnamese Noodle House in deepest Chula Vista.
Bolillo aims to be as big with their tortas as Chipotle is with burritos.
A box of eggplant parmigiana (lots of cheese!) at Rosaria Pizza in Mission Beach
Ed Bedford ducks into the Egyptian Tea Room for a bite just before it changes hands.
“Californians drink wine by itself, like a cocktail. In France, we drink it always with food.”
Fond Comic-Con memories and a cod-taco plate at Tin Fish Gaslamp.
“First time I came here, the streets were for sailors and streetwalkers.”
Ed Bedford shows up too late for the cow-foot stew at Caribbean Taste Jamaican Restaurant.
Campo had a post at that three-freakin’-star Michelin restaurant, and he comes back to sell tacos?
“People started looking back, to find how they had survived pre–Burger King.”
Napizza arrives from Rome. “Slow is our thing. With yeast, more time equals more flavor.”
“Iraqis love big entrées. It’s the Lebanese who like to snack on different small tapas.”
Pierogies and banh mi — two specialty delicacies sold off San Diego food trucks.
“We grew up in there. Five sisters. Kitchen slaves!”
Three sisters — former “kitchen slaves” — opened their Cafe Di Roma in Imperial Beach.
“You might say it’s the French thing versus the German thing.”
Tiger! Tiger! Yeah, yeah, craft beer…and mushroom-lentil sandwiches?
“Urban India, in places like Mumbai — Bombay — is going Vadoosh! You’d say ‘Kaboom!’”
What’s with this “Urban” thing? There’s “Urbn,” the bar-eatery in North Park, “Urban Eats” on Fifth Avenue in Hillcrest, and now “Urban India,” near the Gaslamp. I noticed it walking down Fourth toward Broadway the ...
“Actually,” says Joe, “we were arguing over this, me and Doug, the kitchen manager.”
When they make wings out of pork parts and call it bar food, our cheap-eats guy is there to scarf it.