Irving Street Cafe I have a fondness for diners, especially ones situated in working/middle class neighborhoods with a self-contained quality.  These diners aren’t self-consciously retro or ironic, they just ARE.  I’ve previously made mention of a few diners here among the cyber-folds of Broke-Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website (Art’s Cafe and

With every year in San Francisco comes one fog bank rolling in after the other, peppered with the occasional rainstorm or more often than not, that lovely little ice breeze that likes to momentarily stop your heart on it’s way through your body. And yet, seemingly as quickly as the

Jasmine Garden’s Bun Bo Hue Two doors down from what used to be called The Transfer on 14th Street is Jasmine Garden, a fairly un-assuming Vietnamese restaurant.  It is nestled right in the crook of one of S.F’s major transportation hubs (from which was derived the name of the above-mentioned

If you’re anything like me, you feel a greater love for the city of San Francisco than any one person. A relationship with the city is an extremely fulfilling and content one at that. A close second love for me would be my admiration of food trucks. With the variety

Most of my friend’s teenage years are emblazoned with memories of family vacations, family reunions and getting their licenses. Mine are not. Mine are filled with waking up with the taste of St. Ides Special Brew in my mouth and walking three blocks to reach the gun-metal blue, dilapidated wood shack

With SF Beer Week starting up this Friday I figured it was time to ask my buddy Sayre Piotrkowski for a set of recommendations that fit my broke-ass price range. This is of course ironic since Sayre is pretty much the person in the Bay most commonly associated with folks

Chile Pie There’s a paradox embodied by Chile Pies’ business model that would probably confuse a hard-core adherent of Darwin’s theory of evolution.  According to my dim understanding of a key precept of his, excessive specialization in a species is a doomed strategy, inviting extinction with open claws or wings.  Diversification

Halu Izakaya The confluence of Beatlemania and crispy chicken skin is unlikely.  But it does exist, this union between sizzling fowlic (an adjective I was forced out of necessity  to create) epidermis and all things related to the well-known Liverpudlian quartet; it’s called Halu, located in the Inner Richmond. For those