Restaurants
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 …
I’m always in search of a snack or a meal. I almost never go out with only drinking on the mind. If you ask me to happy hour, I’m going to ask, “Is there food?” …
Happy Hour: that transcendental space between drinking too early and drinking too much. We all know what it’s like rushing out of work early to catch discount suds at the local dive. Some of us …
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 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.