Highway 101 blows a continual load of cars onto a zone of central San Francisco difficult to define. Not the Mission, not QUITE the Castro, nor Hayes Valley (although realtors would disagree with that), and not precisely the newly-minted “Mid-Market” either, it’s an odd knot of sinew connecting a variety
Off Menu Screed: Two distinct camps: those who champion the Mission Burrito and them who wave the flag for the San Diego version
Primarily researched and written by Stephen Torres with help from Stuart Schuffman. We stand at the precipice of one of the most polarizing federal elections that has ever occurred in this country. Each day brings another dash of chaos, and yet here we are, once again sifting through another labyrinthine
Restaurants are in a perpetual state of flux. A dishwasher at Gracias Madre is caught smuggling quinoa back to the Bolivian farmers who originally produced it and is shown his walking papers; a pastry chef and assistant manager at Gary Danko, nude except for a couple of heavy parkas, are interrupted in the walk-in freezer mid-coitus, white powder rimming their quivering nostrils.
For those interested in the consumption of fine entrails, we present to you here within The Organ Trail, a weekly collection of macabre signposts pointing towards zones of high offal-saturation scattered throughout our little slice of peninsular heaven.
Eat cheap Halal food at Yemeni’s I’d bet the left side of my brain that your garden variety Tea Partying dip stick wouldn’t know Yemen from He-Man. Still, the likelihood of Yemeni’s restaurant existing in one of those crazzzzzy red states, serving as it does strictly halal food from the
We have a Do-It-Yourself section here at Broke-Ass Stuart, but sometimes it’s best if someone else does it for us. For example, our very own “Crafty & Cashless” guru, Amber Bouman, posted a nifty article where she guides us in the creation of our own luggage tags. My attempt to