Screw the played out stuff, here is what you really want to do in San Francisco

We’ve had a lot of these nights as of late, where warm days unfold into breezy, not-quite cold nights, the familiar summertime fog scattering to the burning plains in the east. My button-down is wet down my back and under my arms with the usual accompanying fragrance as I hustle

It’s Springtime in San Francisco, which means it’s time to put your phone on silent for a while and step out into our fair city to sing, eat, and play with the wonderful people and programming on offer. Whether in the flesh or on a live stream, the journalists and

Ay, los tacos. Is there really any more perfect food? Compact, convenient, little envelopes of heaven. And, now, apparently an essential part of a well rounded diet. México, for the taco, the world is forever in your debt. And whereas they are what hamburgers are to Americans across the country

HAVING RECENTLY WRITTEN ABOUT ALTERNATIVE USES OF THE TACO, I thought it would only be fair to showcase what I feel to be the best taco truck in The City. There it is above, in all its glory: El Tonayense. It took me a while (years actually) to finally check

AH, THE TACO. It gives so much and asks so little. It’s cheap, tasty and fast. It comes in a bounty of varieties and can serve as a snack, a meal, or much, much more. And that’s what I’m here to talk about. Next time you find yourself at a

After Miss Ollie’s denied the possibilities of an afternoon affair with their fried chicken lunch special (they were out), I had to turn the corner for Cosecha. Cosecha is housed in the newly renovated Swans Building in Downtown Oakland, next to Miss Ollie’s, Taylor’s Sausage, and Rosamunde. Yup, they’re all

Dona Tere’s Market Dona Tere’s Market has existed on the northeast corner of 21st and Florida for a little over a decade, a respectable age for any restaurant, but it feels ancient and worn beyond its years, like an old bristlecone pine tree bearing silent witness to San Francisco springing

              La Palma Mexicatessen     There isn’t a neighborhood of any city in our union that is completely static, no urban zone where the prevailing skin tone will forever be reminiscent of elephant tusk, obsidian, or mole poblano, or where every household will