I was walking down Valencia yesterday on my way to drop some SF books off at Therapy, when I passed by Fritz.  Every time I’ve gone by there recently I’ve noticed a big sign in the window that says something about $7 lunches.  Usually I’m either not hungry or don’t

  People can often be weirded out by street grub, and the location thereof will probably make or break the decision to consume it.  That’s why it’s an especially uphill battle for Antojitos San Miguel to pull in prospective customers.  Although, they have commuters breezing by them all day and

When you’ve been in the city long enough, one begins to live in routines, sometimes only frequenting the same neighbourhoods, food joints and bars on a day-to-day basis.  Sometimes you need to change things up or entertain someone whose visiting.  It goes without saying that, with few exceptions, places like

I’ve recently moved to the Richmond, which, among many SF purists, isn’t in ‘œThe City.’  I too used to be one of these loveable douchebags that thought there was nothing worth a damn past 19th Avenue.  But I’ve gotten over it, especially considering that my cheap rent, chill neighbors, huge

I finally came across the Amuse Bouche Guy that Allan keeps talking about on Mission Mission.  Along with the Creme Brulee Guy, and the Magic Curry Kart, the Amuse Bouche Guy seems to represent that good old American spirit of making something out of nothing.  Except he’s French, not American.

  A cookie is a little morsel of happiness.  Nobody eats a cookie and then goes out and commits  a heinous act of violence; twinkies maybe, but not cookies.  There are few things in life that can brighten your day like a good one (unless you’re diabetic of course, in which case it absolutely ruins

Good god!  Two of the best things this country has ever created, soul music and soul food, are being doled out for FREE tonight at 330 Ritch.  While the party is technically called Pacific Standard Time (PST), I’m calling it Awesome! Farmer Brown will be there with FREE soul food