What’s Cookin’

Hello, fellow soggy citizens. Should I feel guilty for not leaving my bed to work out in Alamo Square this morning? It was all kinds of gross out. I’ll just need to work it out on the dancefloor tonight instead. Fine by me. Remember when I said I was…

Hello, my fellow soggy friends. Yeah, it’s definitely soup weather out there. Fortunately the weather was still beautiful when I drove up to Glen Ellen on Saturday in my new Fiat 500, her first road trip. Zip zip! My wingman and I stopped at the HKG tasting room for…

Well, happy gorgeous Friday to you! Spring fever in effect, just as we spring forward on Sunday. And I definitely have a spring in my step (and soon in my shocks), because I am off to San Jose to pick up my brand-new, red, shiny, Fiat 500 Sport. I was…

Whoa, keep your hat on—it’s windy out there. So glad I’m not on my bike today, I’d be cursing like a sailor—not unlike how I was talking very early Monday morning when I jumped out of my bed like a shot with the first shake…

Oh, hi. Excuse me while I put down this chicken leg, which has more meat on it than Angelina Jolie’s biceps. One thing I didn’t want to put down last week was my wine glass. I headed up to wine country on Wednesday (in a very cute, red,…

Welcome to your short week—although mine is the same as it ever was. Actually, I’m getting out of town for 24 hours and heading up to St. Helena for a splashy event, the reopening of the wine cellar at PRESS. And looking at the upcoming warm temperatures tomorrow,…

Hey there, happy Friday. Although I am actually a bit heartbroken today—yesterday I had to make the hard decision to total out my beloved Alfa Romeo. Ends up the repairs (estimated at $7,400, egad) were going to exceed the value of the car, even after I convinced my…

Happy Valentine’s Day, darlings. Was crushed when Tony Bennett failed to drown out the weekly emergency broadcast at noon today, on the 50th anniversary of when he first sang “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” at the Venetian Room in the Fairmont Hotel. Our local radio stations also…

Boy, am I glad to be out of the bunker. There is nothing quite like the feeling of finishing a honking deadline, or in my case, two. I had fun getting my swerve on Thursday night in North Beach, feasting at Chubby Noodle and having after-dinner drinks at Comstock Saloon…

After two months of grinding away on this computer for more time than is even remotely healthy, I can see the strobe light at the end of the two-month work tunnel. Yup, I’ll be turning in my final guidebook copy on Thursday, cracking my knuckles, doing some warm-up stretches,…