Mission’s Kitchen is outwardly deceiving because, from the 1940’s blinds in the window to the sign trimmed in incandescent bulbs, the place look’s  like your typical diner that time forgot, not unlike say, Jim’s up the street. The thing is that whereas it does provide all the standards-for-a-song you would

Up here in the northernmost and wettest reaches of Alta California, la Independencia isn’t even a blip on the radar most years.  Which is why, on this, the Bicentennial of Mexico’s  Independence and Centennial of the Revolution, I had hoped to be in DF drinking cubas, eating chiles en nogada

Move the dial all the way over to the far side and catch the airwaves tonight at my newest cheap swill border buster, Mexican Radio, tonight at the Lone Star. In the finest of traditions, the Lone Star is playing the part of a skuzzy antro just on the periphery,

From the plate glass windows and penny arcades to the small plate restaurants and stylish swill holes, Mission Street changes her gown to accommodate her guests as often as the seasons change elsewhere. Somewhere in between the women in the picture hats and the latest bumper crop of flannel and

As far as cheap haunts are concerned, the Rotunda at Neiman-Marcus would hardly qualify in anyone’s ledger, however it is one of those places visiting friends and relatives have fond memories of from past trips to the City or who have been told about by name-dropping neighbours just back from

Barfly be thy Name – Chaps II My flat mate, Nevin, is currently working on a piece about the ins and outs of go-go dancing for the folks over at The Bold Italic. He’s put himself on display at a few spots already, but so far I’ve missed the opportunity

The ornate columns flanking Larkin at Eddy may be the newest landmarks designating the southern corner of the Tenderloin known as Little Saigon, but one of the most well known and beloved landmarks is the delicious Saigon Sandwiches. It’s a pretty straightforward, albeit tiny, operation specializing in the delectable banh