Tin Fork
So good to be back. I first came here two years ago. Then popped in earlier this winter when I discovered their happy hour. Devoured a totally delicious $3 eggplant roll. Promised more in this …
It’s not every day you get greeted by a president’s grandson. I’m in this oasis I’ve come across at the empty end of B Street, near City College. It’s called, uh, “The Liar.” Or, because …
Shipping containers, Porka-cola, 'roo sausage, and downtown denizens brought to the 'yard.
“People around Nazareth only harvest the olives every second year, so the trees have time to recover.”
"Yes,” says Habtamu. “This bread is two days old.” Okay, sounds like a confession. But, no, it’s a statement of pride. “Our bread,” he says, “needs time.” We’re talking injera, the famous Ethiopian bread that …
Getting escorted out of Lou & Mickey’s...to the redesigned patio.
"This is crazy,” says Carla. We’re climbing up the stairs toward the most expensive watering hole in downtown Coronado, if you’re after steaks. A $120 steak, anyone? News of this ran like an electric shock …
The hoof stares me in the face. “Eat me!” it says. Oh, Lordy. But this is what I came for. It’s Sunday. Feeling a little hung over, truth to tell. “You sure this works?” I …
“Hookahs are definitely cheaper there,” she says. “But you get less of a head-rush from them.”
Man, this is one broad Broadway. Broadway, Lemon Grove, that is.
It’s dark in the Barrio. Seven o’clock, Sunday night. I’m hoofing it along Logan Avenue. Muttering to myself. “Late again...” Because everything is closed. Carla will have eaten. Gotta have something. I hurry past Cuatro …
“This used to be a brothel upstairs and liquor place down here.”
“This place is old-fashioned, like a Cairo café. We don’t do loud music and DJs.”