Restaurants
One of the ironies of Eleanor Widmer's life is what she ate in her last months. Widmer had become a restaurant critic in 1974, back when brunch at La Valencia featured molded Jell-O "Seafoam," made …
“Man, you are so woulda-coulda-shoulda. You can’t enjoy anything anymore.”
Down Mexico way, El Biz is pronounced "Elvis," and that's the kind of star power you'll find in El Bizcocho's dining room. Like the King, it's both charismatic and oddly elusive. To reach the restaurant, …
I order the gumbo. And just to be sure I fill ye olde gut, a side of sweet potato fries.
If you want to have a toil-free T-Day turkey (or ham, filet mignon, whatever), numerous restaurants will cook your Thanksgiving dinner for you -- to eat in, or, increasingly, take home. This year's list is …
“José was so…genteel, so sophisticated. Not like the oafs I was hanging out with.”
I rarely rate restaurants at "excellent to extraordinary." As far as I can remember, I've reviewed only seven of that quality in the five years since I arrived in "America's finest city." It's no coincidence …
“Today in our time zone, tomorrow, yours. It’s gonna be a long haul, mate.”
DAY ONE: LUNCH Abdul signals me to take off my shoes. It feels oddly personal, entering a strange new space in only your socks. We troop into this large room. Abdul and I stand in …
Unlike Encinitas, the Gaslamp Quarter, and La Mesa, Escondido suffers from a shocking shortage of Italian dinner houses. Judging from the Yellow Pages, there's only tiny Joe's downtown, an Olive Garden way out in the …
“What a woman! Her brother claimed she’d been poisoned.”
“You’ve got to stop eating all that bad stuff, dude. You’ve got to get tested.”