The belly of the beast One of my favorite happy hours for sushi is brought to you by Sushi Time, secreted down in an anonymous little nook of The Castro.  It’s like a little wad of cud some forlorn cow forgot in the back of its mouth. If that’s not

The “Where’s Waldo” of Sushi Restaurants The most under-the-radar sushi restaurant –no, scratch that- the most under-the-radar restaurant of any kind is located in Cole Valley, near the corner of Cole and Carl Streets. It’s called Hama-Ko, a fact you wouldn’t glean from perusing the restaurant’s frontage, nor its menu.

                  Ye Olde Diner sign in the Inner Sunset Everything about Art’s Cafe is like the legs of a competitive swimmer: streamlined, muscular, each sinew working in harmony towards one goal, and shaved of every superfluity that might get in the way

              All day, everyday: get your Chilaquiles fix here The Mexican breakfast is the best breakfast. If you aren’t of the opinion that it is indeed the best, then I’m guessing you’ve never broken the taut, glistening surface of a fried egg yolk and

              Take as much as you want from the buffet, and cook it all over your own electric flame   The Ocean View neighborhood is as lonely, wind-swept and economically depressed as any in San Francisco.  It lies in a forgotten little crevice just

            Just a fraction of the collection of oddities at Cafe Van Kleef   Oakland is not San Francisco, and therein lies what attracts and repels many people to and from the East Bay city.  San Francisco in the west, framed by delicate curls of

  Cheap, delicious tacos are found at the far right window at  Haltun The Mission District has many subsections, a few of which are less well trodden by that elusive and hard-to-define group whose omnipresence has helped to define it in contemporary minds, i.e., Hipsters.  That nauseating word, like Alternative, Organic, Indie,

              Brazen Head’s classic interior   I’ll take the risk of repeating an oft-held position by opining that most of the time The Marina District richly deserves its crappy reputation.  Its main streets (Union, Chestnut, Fillmore) of a Friday or Saturday night are overrun