A few days ago, I ordered delivery for dinner; a fried chicken sandwich and an order of french fries. As I ripped open the paper sack to get to the deep-fried deliciousness, something in the bottom of the bag caught my eye. There nestled amongst the paper napkins and plastic

You’ve probably heard of The Monk’s Kettle, the 16th St. Mission bar/restaurant with arguably the best beer list in San Francisco and the notoriously long wait to get in for dinner, but you may not have stopped in because it’s not exactly broke-ass friendly. Or so I thought.  Though I’ve eaten