The Richmond District is a sleepy stretch of San Francisco that’s easy to think of as the edge of the world. It’s cold, windy, foggy, and thanks to our beaches and two major parks, has a quieter than usual feel than other SF neighborhoods. The Richmond is not a traditionally

Trader Joe’s bags you at the snacks.  Safeway is but a necessary evil – gouging you at every turn. The store on the corner’s often a misguided venture, usually heavily influenced by extreme hunger or heavy influence.  Where does one turn?  Well if one lives in the nosebleeds of the