My beautiful daughter had shrimp scampi on angel hair, which was no more angel hair than the spaghetti/meatball mountain that the poor underpaid Mexicans in the back had prepped for anything and everything else. And the shrimp was cooked to a dry-ish god knows what. I saw a beautiful Italian break out in tears once because she was hungry and the restaurant overcooked the shrimp (cocktail), but this was worse. My daughter wouldn’t eat them, and we packed it all up, to be thrown away the next day.
By Mark Chapman | Read full article
I am a fan of fancy burgers. When Carnita’s Snack Shack puts bacon jam on its burger, I’m stoked. When I tried Juniper & Ivy’s secret-menu Double Double tribute, I gloated to friends in other states. And the prime beef Wisconsin Cheddar peppered bacon cheeseburger at Fleming’s Prime Steakhouse.... I could name a half dozen others. The Rocky’s burger remains classic and goes down just as easy and satisfying as ever — savory and juicy despite a seeming lack of effort.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
It’s a veritable sushi-making machine involving a quartet of uniformed women reminiscent of Lucy and Ethel making chocolate, except these ladies do a better job of it. It begins with a literal sushi-making machine, a strange printer-like contraption on the back counter. A large sheet of nori feeds into it like paper, white rice loads into the top, and from the printer tray below comes a perfectly pressed sheet of seaweed spread evenly with rice.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
La Mesa is a great city to live in but, unlike those hipper neighborhoods, there really hasn't been much of a reason for people to visit who don’t have business or relatives in the area. Things have been changing since the Cohn restaurant group opened two spots in the city’s village area, Bo-Beau and Coin Haus. Now, La Mesa native Aaron Dean is ambitiously opening up four restaurants in the next 18 months. The results look very promising based on Dean's first venture, Sheldon’s Service Station, which opened after a soft opening for Oktoberfest.
By Patrick Henderson | Read full article
It’s not meant to be anyone’s idea of fine dining, but it’s obvious that the owner is spending the money on the food (not the décor). There’s fresh red paint on the roof, and there’s an “A” rating from the health department, but it’s strictly take-it-to-go unless you’re so hungry you’d rather eat outside at a concrete table or at the wooden table in the enclosed area that looks like it could double for a tool shed. No, it’s not fancy by any means, but it is cheap, and I like their bacon cheeseburger meal deal ($7.95) a lot.
By Patrick Henderson | Read full article
My friend had just come from the Hillcrest farmers’ market with a bizarre find: a thick, round hash brown stuffed with chorizo, egg, cheddar, and avocado. He got it from a booth called Spudz Potato, where they call it an Hombre. If you order a version with bacon it is called an Egg Head. With pork and chile verde, a Real Deal.
Fast forward 20 minutes, and I was standing in front of the booth watching an Hombre being made.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
“Our menu is based in original Japanese ideas from what we can get from our providers,” continues Zamorano. “Almost all of our ingredients are imported. We try to keep our flavors as original as possible, but we are obviously limited by distance and what products arrive in Mexico. Our customers are mostly between 13 and 24 years old. We are more of a deli. We try to keep it simple and cheap.”
By Matthew Suárez | Read full article
Donut Bar opens at 7 a.m. (8 a.m. on weekends) and closes when it sells out, which often happens before noon. Getting donuts there in the afternoon is rare — at 6 p.m., unheard of. Except the shop recently started reopening with a whole fresh batch of donuts on Friday and Saturday afternoons at 5 p.m.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
So, I’m sipping my joe, looking at the waves, when two things happen. One, I realize that we are actually moving. This whole pier is swaying to the rhythm of the ocean. Two: Just as Marianna brings my meal, something grabs me. I look around. It’s this pelican. He has my arm in his beak.
By Ed Bedford | Read full article
Of course I couldn’t admit I didn’t know what a cemita was and that I had to learn via Google that it’s a type of torta native to the Puebla region of Mexico, named for the sesame-encrusted bun used to make it. I immediately started scouring the menus of trusted local Mexican restaurants looking for it, without luck. Finally, using every web-search trick I know, I found one place in the entire county that serves this mystery sandwich — in Vista.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
My beautiful daughter had shrimp scampi on angel hair, which was no more angel hair than the spaghetti/meatball mountain that the poor underpaid Mexicans in the back had prepped for anything and everything else. And the shrimp was cooked to a dry-ish god knows what. I saw a beautiful Italian break out in tears once because she was hungry and the restaurant overcooked the shrimp (cocktail), but this was worse. My daughter wouldn’t eat them, and we packed it all up, to be thrown away the next day.
By Mark Chapman | Read full article
I am a fan of fancy burgers. When Carnita’s Snack Shack puts bacon jam on its burger, I’m stoked. When I tried Juniper & Ivy’s secret-menu Double Double tribute, I gloated to friends in other states. And the prime beef Wisconsin Cheddar peppered bacon cheeseburger at Fleming’s Prime Steakhouse.... I could name a half dozen others. The Rocky’s burger remains classic and goes down just as easy and satisfying as ever — savory and juicy despite a seeming lack of effort.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
It’s a veritable sushi-making machine involving a quartet of uniformed women reminiscent of Lucy and Ethel making chocolate, except these ladies do a better job of it. It begins with a literal sushi-making machine, a strange printer-like contraption on the back counter. A large sheet of nori feeds into it like paper, white rice loads into the top, and from the printer tray below comes a perfectly pressed sheet of seaweed spread evenly with rice.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
La Mesa is a great city to live in but, unlike those hipper neighborhoods, there really hasn't been much of a reason for people to visit who don’t have business or relatives in the area. Things have been changing since the Cohn restaurant group opened two spots in the city’s village area, Bo-Beau and Coin Haus. Now, La Mesa native Aaron Dean is ambitiously opening up four restaurants in the next 18 months. The results look very promising based on Dean's first venture, Sheldon’s Service Station, which opened after a soft opening for Oktoberfest.
By Patrick Henderson | Read full article
It’s not meant to be anyone’s idea of fine dining, but it’s obvious that the owner is spending the money on the food (not the décor). There’s fresh red paint on the roof, and there’s an “A” rating from the health department, but it’s strictly take-it-to-go unless you’re so hungry you’d rather eat outside at a concrete table or at the wooden table in the enclosed area that looks like it could double for a tool shed. No, it’s not fancy by any means, but it is cheap, and I like their bacon cheeseburger meal deal ($7.95) a lot.
By Patrick Henderson | Read full article
My friend had just come from the Hillcrest farmers’ market with a bizarre find: a thick, round hash brown stuffed with chorizo, egg, cheddar, and avocado. He got it from a booth called Spudz Potato, where they call it an Hombre. If you order a version with bacon it is called an Egg Head. With pork and chile verde, a Real Deal.
Fast forward 20 minutes, and I was standing in front of the booth watching an Hombre being made.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
“Our menu is based in original Japanese ideas from what we can get from our providers,” continues Zamorano. “Almost all of our ingredients are imported. We try to keep our flavors as original as possible, but we are obviously limited by distance and what products arrive in Mexico. Our customers are mostly between 13 and 24 years old. We are more of a deli. We try to keep it simple and cheap.”
By Matthew Suárez | Read full article
Donut Bar opens at 7 a.m. (8 a.m. on weekends) and closes when it sells out, which often happens before noon. Getting donuts there in the afternoon is rare — at 6 p.m., unheard of. Except the shop recently started reopening with a whole fresh batch of donuts on Friday and Saturday afternoons at 5 p.m.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
So, I’m sipping my joe, looking at the waves, when two things happen. One, I realize that we are actually moving. This whole pier is swaying to the rhythm of the ocean. Two: Just as Marianna brings my meal, something grabs me. I look around. It’s this pelican. He has my arm in his beak.
By Ed Bedford | Read full article
Of course I couldn’t admit I didn’t know what a cemita was and that I had to learn via Google that it’s a type of torta native to the Puebla region of Mexico, named for the sesame-encrusted bun used to make it. I immediately started scouring the menus of trusted local Mexican restaurants looking for it, without luck. Finally, using every web-search trick I know, I found one place in the entire county that serves this mystery sandwich — in Vista.
By Ian Anderson | Read full article
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