King of Noodles   Another King of (insert food item considered sovereign among its kind here) Restaurant?  Yes.  Does the grandiosity of its title belie its humble nature? Again, yes.  The Sunset District’s King of Noodles won’t be featured on any CNN news tickers, nor will

Mark Twain’s oft-quoted appraisal of S.F’s cruel and spiteful summer climate has been ringing in my ears for about a month now; July hit and like clockwork the Great Grayness was pulled over the length and width of S.F like a wool blanket being drawn up to the chin of

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

  So Noodles Almost always, one of two means are used in selecting the next spot upon which to grace my wobbly prose: either word of mouth, or spur-of-the-moment curiosity.  Working in the restaurant industry myself, I’m constantly fielding a steady stream of recommendations from cooks, bartenders, servers, etc., not to

It’s Fall! Winter’s sneaky little sidekick is creeping up on us quickly.  As I write this you may be chopping down a bundle of firewood to get you through the upcoming frozen hell of whatever place you live in. Fall hasn’t reached California yet. We are still blessed with jacket-optional

I know over 100 cities across the nation are experiencing record highs and we’re all excited about the sitting outside for brunch and not wearing a coat even though we really should fun that comes with it, it’s still, well, kind of cold. I mean, don’t you think? I mean,

There are a zillion cheap noodle shops in Chinatown, and I’ve tried many of them, but one of my all-time favorite starch purveyors is Super Taste on Eldridge Street.  This tiny restaurant doesn’t get gold stars for ambience or service, but who pays attention to any of that when there’s

Here in the Bay Area, there’s pretty much never a bad time to eat soup. It’s like that thing that Mark Twain said. You know, that quote that everyone from out of town references when describing our weather patterns. Anyway, even though it’s April, it feels like November out there,

My deepest apologies to potatoes, but I think I’ve fallen in love with another fry. Sweet potato fries never charmed me, but yucca fries are quite possibly the greatest (savory) fried food I’ve ever eaten. Specifically, the yucca fries with tomatillo sauce from Cubana Social. The fries speak for themselves,