Ian Anderson 11 a.m., May 22
Articles by Jeff Weinstein
Village Voice food critic revisits his gustatory past in San Diego
There's an unbroken line from highchair to dining chair that follows my profile faithfully.
Thinking about that final order
My friend James recently left an astounding list on my desk: "Final Meals Requested by Inmates Executed in Texas." Two pages, 34 names (all men), 28 meals. He picked it up from a Mr. Brown, ...
NO ONE IN SAN DIEGO CAN, WITH WHOLE HEART AND WHOLE HEAD, SAY WHY SHE LIVES HERE. don’t take any of the chamber of torture reasons: the sun the sea the year-round fruit none of it applies.
Prophet Vegetarian restaurant, East San Diego
I asked for a dinner of stuffed mushrooms, and was served a visually beautiful dish of dark circlets sitting in white glistening sauce, out of which bean sprouts grew like hair.
Review of L'Auberge on Carmel Valley Road
In a previous column I suggested that one kind of restaurant which deserves to be the object of review is the "pretentious-enough-to-warrant-some-kind-of-critical-response" establishment, because "the public should not be ripped-off." Calling attention to shortcomings is ...
Chiki-Jai at 7th and Revolucion
The menu changes every day. Every day! That went out years ago in most places. They do real cooking, so you can always say "the cook got drunk and the cat fell in the stew" or something.
Where was the cook?
Should a reviewer “pan” a struggling restaurant, if it is sincerely bad? Should the reviewer bother to talk about a place which “everyone knows" is good and will prosper whether or not the review is written.
The salad was soggy (left too long somewhere), the rice had small bits of raw grains (or jujubees?) hiding maliciously, the baked potato must have sat plump in the oven since the restaurant opened (they can be overcooked) and had skin like an old wetsuit.