In my mind’s eye, I pictured Bobo’s to be a raucous, spit-on-the-floor kind of joint – that somehow got away with pushing $50 steaks. When I walked in, I got a quiet, eccentric, table-clothed place – that gets away with churning $50 steaks. To me, Bobo’s has become a rite of passage for all San [...]
I respect my elders and, after eating at Brazenhead last weekend, now know exactly where to find them. Brazen Head doesn’t have a reputation for being particularly hip, but I was still surprised to find myself surrounded by gray hair and AARP members on both sides. I nearly tripped over a walker on my way [...]
The last few weeks have been marked by an unusually high level of pizza consumption and I think my precious baby, the burger, started to feel left out (there, there … mommy is here). Regardless of the excuse I conjure up for myself for this, I did indeed order four burgers between noon on Friday [...]
The criteria for Wednesday night: low key and somewhere neither of us had been. So after each nominating five places, exchanging lists, narrowing the candidates, and finally reaching an agreement (standard operating procedure when two well-researched foodies are involved), Brooke and I found ourselves at Ristobar in the Marina. As the title suggests, nothing stands [...]
