My sophomore year of college, I had a revelation: that I had the power to feed myself. And I'm not talking about grabbing burritos from the local ...
It's been outrageously hot in San Francisco. And when I say 'outrageously hot' I mean pleasantly warm for people who live in all other parts of th...
Matt and I had a raised voices sort of argument about this sandwich, of all things, last weekend. The kind where you wonder, fifteen minutes after...
We spent the past weekend in the state of Washington celebrating my delightful friend Megan and her equally-delightful new husband Sam. There’s ...
I'm always trying to get friends and family to explore different types of drinks — especially if they feature a spirit that they don't normally ...
I know. It’s September 3rd, and here I am posting about watermelon. Late to the party, much? This summer, I’ve found myself picking up a small...
When I first moved to San Francisco in 2005, I hadn’t made up my mind about it. I wasn’t coming home, specifically, nor was I moving to a city...
In keeping with the theme of summery drinks, I've been itching to share a recipe for a margarita or paloma. Both are popular Mexican tequila cockt...
Have you ever wanted to just pack up your things and jet? Having lived in San Francisco for nearly a decade, I’ve been feeling generally exhaust...
This thing happens to me in the summer. I don’t really cook. I mean, I cook but I don’t really make recipes. The produce is so fresh and so go...
It's believed that Count Camillo Negroni asked his bartender to stiffen up an Americano cocktail (comprised of soda water, sweet vermouth, and cam...
