Wing Lee Bakery’s Dim Sum Clement Street in the Inner Richmond is a dizzying bee hive of Asian eateries, each little cell offering their own take on (to name only a few): Vietnamese Pho or Bahn Mi; Chinese Dim Sum (a labyrinthine

                  Chilango in The Castro   Sprouting up from the verdant landscape of the S.F culinary scene in recent years have been establishments whose mission statements can be summarized by two words: “Mexican” and “authentic”.   To the discerning (read “snobbish”) culinite,

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

The Mission’s Red Cafe I few months ago, I “discovered” and subsequently wrote about San Jalisco in The Mission, a great spot serving fabulous and appropriately greasy Mexican-style breakfast all day.   Here’s another gem fashioned along similar lines: Red Cafe, situated in the same neighborhood a few blocks away on the corner of 25th and

Cordon Bleu The symbiotic relationship that exist between a restaurant and the bar next to it don’t get much better or more mutually beneficial than the one that exists between Cordon Bleu and  Encore on California Street, just off Polk.  One serves cheap, delicious and hearty food, the other is

Ippuku’s sake on tap There was a time when we as a people lived in fear of eating under-cooked pork.  Casting my mind back to the early 80’s, when A-Ha’s “Take On Me” was annoyingly inescapable and dudes everywhere sported see-through mesh t-shirts, our mothers and fathers were unwitting violators

Central to both Capitalism and Darwinism is the idea of diversification. For instance, the Panda has stubbornly refused to widen the scope of its sustainatory purview beyond bamboo, and all that’s standing between it and oblivion is the obsession humanity has with all things round, fuzzy and disgustingly cute. The

Next trip: The Crispy Duck Sandwich It would take a dog’s life span to experience everything that Clement Street in the Inner Richmond has to offer, culinary and otherwise.  That’s why being in the restaurant business and/or having friends in said business helps immeasurably.  Recently, a work friend recommended Café

              Don’t order the specials   Howard’s Café is a diner in the Inner Sunset.  Remarkable? Not particularly, and that isn’t to its detriment. American diners represent comfortable familiarity with a twist of that quality us State-Siders would like to think we invented: individuality.