It almost sickens me how obsessed I am with food.  I almost want to make my friends submit me as a subject for “Intervention,” but I feel like that would be a little selfish.  Anyway, one of my favorite restaurants in San Francisco, which I save for special occasions, is

How many times have you been sitting around in your apartment watching reruns of “Intervention” on that shitty Ikea couch that your roommate broke (yes, broke) who knows how many years ago, but has never fixed and thought, “You know, I love watching this guy ruin his life by smoking