Tin Fork
Sherman Heights. Around seven in the evening. I’m standing over the grilled onions, breathing in their fumes. And the blackened green jalapeños. Man. You cannot beat this. With most Mexican food trucks, the health authorities …
Determined to tackle something more adventurous, I find my answer in Vietnamese porridge.
Oh, man. Trolley’s crowded tonight. ’Course, Friday night, Blue Line, heading south, what else would you expect? Especially this front car. Everybody’s packed in here so they can get out closest to the line in …
“I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy,” I say to no-one in particular. Sigh. Actually, no chance of a bottle in front of me. Not tonight. Gotta work. Came …
The golden-brown steaming lake of birria sends wafts of beefy, spicy, cilantro-y, almost mole-ish richness swirling up my nostrils. And now the lime I’ve squirted on it makes it so purr-fect it almost sings as …
Wow. What a difference from last time. I stuck my nose in in early January. This is near the old Central Library, Ninth and E. The sign, “Acme Southern Kitchen” was up, but inside it …
“Darlin’, best way you can help is getting your butt out of sight,” says Carla.
“It’s Hook’s cheddar. Costs $40 a pound. That would come to about $15 per sandwich.”
I sit here shivering. Ends of fingers white, no blood. Only my hands are warm. And that’s because I’ve got them wrapped around a toasty-warm glass of, uh, beer. No kidding! I was just as …
“Don’t get me wrong. If I didn’t love my place up in the Hollywood Hills, I’d come live down here.”
“Hi there!” “Hello. Care to see...” I notice they target the man every time. Good strategy.
Ed gets punched by a nubbly, crunchy, and salty burger at Nunu’s in Hillcrest.
Hoo-wee! Zingy, but tasty. And this little pot of fire is a meal in itself.
“Sushi chefs’d freak,” says Big John. “We have sushi that we just make up, like our Dr. Eel Good, the Betty, the Joint, the Mary Jane, the O’Beef. That has seared filet mignon on top…” …
Perfect night for sitting out. If you have a heater. And that makes it a perfect night to be in El Cajon. Because, by my reckoning, the City of the Valley has the best sidewalk …