Don Bauder 5:30 p.m., March 10
Stories by Ed Bedford
This will be your go-to take-out, Villagers
Been trawling up and down 12th, Park Boulevard, in the trolley, waiting for the moment. This time I stop and jump out, because yes! "Open," says the sign. It's the Chinese place that's been building ...
Ed is summoned to José’s Courtroom on Taco Tuesday
Tuesday evening. La Jolla. Swanning along Prospect. Glimpses of the pearly Pacific flashing up from between buildings. That beautiful old pink monster La Valencia Hotel looks like it’s been through quite a makeover. Huh. Bet ...
Island Spice is as near as you'll get to Bob Marley's paradise this side of the Rockies
Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble... The two huge ollas, pots, roil and steam away over the flames. Donna takes a big stick and stirs them around, adds more water. "Oxtail," she says. "Getting it ready ...
Downtown's shabby corner is reborn - healthy
Trotting down Broadway around nine at night, heading to the brick hotel where the Greyhound Depot used to be, at First Avenue. Used to be a pretty shabby corner, too. But recently I'd seen signs ...
Artisan Baja Tacos takes Coronado by surprise
One thing you can pretty much guarantee: when in Coronado you won't see food trucks. Or taco stands. But one guy who has slipped through the City's cracks is John Renison. Found him and his ...
City College standby will be the scene of a new experiment
A downtown restaurant growing its own tomatoes, veggies, grapes in its yard? Sure, here at La Casita (1247 C Street, 619-531-0044). It's the li'l place that City College teachers and students have been cramming into ...
Ed feels guilty for getting a lunch so cheap at Christopher’s on Congress. “You know, that’s the biggest complaint I get,” Chris says. “People say I’m undercharging."
Ed visits Tijuana’s La Faraona, grabs cheese, slurps wine, learns about Aunt Lupita, who provides blended wines, homemade cheeses, and bread to her entrepreneurial nieces and nephews.
Ed takes his beer ration while watching a sailboat race at 1887 on the Bay.
Before Elisha Babcock built the Hotel del Coronado, he reputedly had his carpenters construct a many-sided boathouse as a training exercise. The building survived and recently became another new restaurant — 1887 on the Bay.
The food way is the good way at Ma Eugenia's.
Ma Eugenia would hear the cry every year. It was the cry of Don Miguel Gregorio Antonio Ignacio Hidalgo-Costilla y Gallaga Mandarte Villaseñor. Okay, Father Hidalgo to you and me. He gave that famous cry ...
Ed raves about the offerings at Asia Wok (and the low prices!). Then he goes ahead and dispels the legend of Mongolian barbecue — another dirty lie revealed, kids!
“Americans munch 10 billion of these a year...the size of the donut hole changes with the economy.”
Ed gets the "dough" part, but what about the "nut"? And why the hole? Our frugal fork finds the answers and a couple of guys who are redesigning the donut.
Boy, so many good places to choose from, from O’side to the Other Side of the line. The major discovery for me has been the incredible bargains you can get in the exploding world of ...
I’m wiping the back of my neck and my brow more than my mouth.
Ed visits a hero's grave in Old Town, gets distracted by the smell of Tom Yum coming from D'O Thai Cottage. C'mon, Ed!
“Rich,” she tells me. “Too rich.” Dang. No way is it too rich for me.
Sherman’s Shack offers Ed interesting burgers and tacos… a garlic shrimp and cream cheese–stuffed burger topped with orange sweet & sour, for example.
Ed snags a free beer, gobbles among gobblers at Nate’s Garden Grill, on the same property as Bill Tall’s City Farmers Nursery
Tarantula? The leggy thing lies on my plate staring up at me. Its ten legs claw out from under a shell of batter and a blob of tartar sauce. At least it’s not staring up ...
Two things catch my attention: First, the song coming out of this eatery — “You Don’t Own Me.” Leslie Gore. I know it ’cause Carla sings it every time she thinks I’m pushing my weight ...
At Linda Vista’s Bale Restaurant & Deli (serving Vietnamese, Chinese, and Thai Cuisine), Ed attacks an egg loaf and other morsels.
Actually, it's not Coronado, it's the kingdom of Terre Neuve, thank you
It was all hack and slash in Spreckels Park over the 4th of July long weekend. Sir Clevwen Bardic and Sir Callon Bryn Corey saluted, then they started hacking away at each other with, well, ...
Ed skips Paris, goes to the Plaza Bar at the Westgate Hotel instead.
Ed stumbles upon Sushi on a Roll, gets an education — for example, eat sushi with your fingers, not chopsticks. And by all means, don’t stab sushi with chopsticks (bad luck).
Is this the next generation of burgers?
Wow. This corner. Market and 25th. Every time I come up and over the hump here, seems like this place has a different eatery. Think it was a tamale place, an Urban Chicken place, an ...
It’s the first oasis after you cross the deserted canyons from City Heights.
These are desperate times. I’ve promised Carla a meal and it’s heading for nine o’clock at night and I’m still traipsing across the bridges over the open wound they call Chollas Creek. No bus, no ...
Ed hits a wine bar and then a lobster restaurant
With a $30 budget (and on a mission to spend every cent of it), Ed hits Toscana Café & Wine Bar and the Rockin’ Baja Lobster.
Ed hits up Pier View Coffee Co. in Oceanside
‘GIT N ’ERE:” That’s what the sign says, so why not? I’ve got time before the Coaster. That sign’s under another that reads “Pierview Pub.” But inside, a big neon sign above the bar reads ...
Ed visits Bahn Thai and Red House Pizza in University Heights…eats tom yum and pizza for lunch.
Ed Bedford finds a meal at Los Cristales, a restaurant at Las Olas Grand Hotel in Calafia.
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 ...
'Diego locals are gradually taking to the Jamaican specialty.
It’s one of those surprises you’ve got to work for. Here I am walking down 28th Street from Broadway, past a sign that says “Grant Hill, a community of San Diego, America’s Finest City." Jes’ ...
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 ...
Red snapper, whiting...color-coded flavor
Early evening, South Encanto. You know it’s Encanto because lines of passenger jets come cruising overhead, silent, like an invasion of UFOs, coasting in to Lindbergh. Looking to see if the Salaam Fish House is ...
Search for Caribbean delicacy uncovers hidden fish taco treasure.
Honestly, it was the cow’s hoof. That’s the only reason I hopped off the Orange Line trolley at Encanto and headed for the rack of stores beneath the clay cliff that runs up the valley ...