Restaurants
Autumns are short in America’s Finest City. The transition from summer’s dog days to mall-Santa season seems like it happens in the blink of a sunglass-shielded eye. But it’s worth taking time to enjoy this …
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.
La Casita Mexican Diner has a new owner offering new riffs on Mexican food.
Ed Bedford sniffs out the tostilocos (a newish Tijuana street food) in National City.
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.
Omakase: patrons sit down at the sushi counter, and the chef working it goes to town presenting dishes of his or her choosing, amped to share these items with anyone willing to put themselves into …
Ed chews at Baja Oyster & Sushi Bar in Nestor.
“Californians drink wine by itself, like a cocktail. In France, we drink it always with food.”
“First time I came here, the streets were for sailors and streetwalkers.”