I love burritos or anything burrito-like, but sadly, my outrageous obsession has led me down the path of Mexican-palette overload. Naturally, when I came to the realization that shawarmas are the Lebanese equivalent to a burrito, I started to maniacally pursue this new tasty phenomenon. I've now done my share of sampling the SF goods but nothing compares to


I've been vegetarian for over ten years, and in the cities I've lived in as an adult (Chicago and Portland) it has been very easy to accommodate my needs when I go out. But something I always felt was missing from my experience was a place for fine wine and top notch food in an intimate, refined setting. Millennium, on a sloped corner in the Tenderloin, serves up everything I've ever wished


San Franciscan's love their brunch, and I'm no exception. I love it even more when it involves $10 bottomless mimosas, Yahtzee, an outdoor patio, and is within stumbling distance of my apartment. The Sycamore might be the new kid on the Mission Street block, but it has quickly become the living room I knew I always wanted but couldn't afford. With an assortment of board games and drool worthy sliders

ALI BABA'S CAVE 799 Valencia Street • San Francisco
MILLENIUM 580 Geary Street • San Francisco
THE SYCAMORE 2140 Mission Street • San Francisco
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Some of us go way out of our way to create a landscape where nothing is a success; no real enjoyment can be taken because too many things have been recognized as wrong, or unacceptable. So the menus are wrought with the minutiae over where and when and how, and only then are we guilt free enough, and affirmed by the moral fiber of our beet and its rearing to partake. Can we enjoy a dish unless we know all the details from whence it came?

I think we can, if we use our taste buds as our guide rather than our notion of what is a fair trajectory and legacy for the beet. Submitting to the prerogative of the restaurant is an essential part of dining, and if we can start looking at how many things are right about the experience; if we can learn to extinguish our cynicism rather than our desire perhaps we can learn to enjoy objectively again.