L.E. Leone

Dishing the dirt

Potato, taro, and yuca -- yum!

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CHEAP EATS I didn't do justice to Curry Boyzz, my new favorite restaurant, in last week's review; I realize that. I completely and utterly neglected to mention who I ate there with!

Well, Hedgehog.

Moving right along ...

Wait, there was someone else at our table, I feel certain. But Hedgehog, who is the half of our family that remembers things, is at work. She is also the half of our family that works.Read more »

Friends, love, leftovers

Waves of nostalgia -- and a trip to Curry Boyzz
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CHEAP EATS Georgie Bundle is my new favorite person. My ever-loving bassist and keeper of my records, he has at various times during our many years of friendship impressed me with his barbecued things and bass lines. His harmonies, his goosey Christmases... He once accepted custody of some hand-me-down chickens of mine and built a coop for them on his lunch break. It was next to the steps, under the avocado tree, as if my old ex-chickens' existence wasn't cartoonish enough.Read more »

Liver or leave 'er

Love in a pretzel at Salumeria

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CHEAP EATS Kayday came back down to town and for letting her stay in our bottom apartment, she treated Hedgehog and me to Chinese food, and just me to Japanese. The Japanese was at Izakaya Yuzuki, which I can see out my window right now cause it's just across the street, kitty-corner-wise.

Small plates. Big bucks. Not the kind of place I would ever dare to go to if there weren't at least a 67 percent chance of someone else picking up the check. In this case there was a 100 percent chance.Read more »

Eat these words

It's all a yummy breakfast hot mess at Little Griddle

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CHEAP EATS One by one I am finding my old friends and hugging them. Last night at the Giants game, for example, I found El Centro, who — by the time you read this — will have sailed to Alcatraz and swum back to San Francisco. I'm so proud and impressed, and excited because, assuming she doesn't drown and/or get eaten by sharks on her way home, there's going to be a barbecue after at her house.

El Centro will be my second friend to have attempted this feat; not the barbecue, the swim.Read more »

Cheaplicious

Moving back -- and digging in at Tacolicious

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CHEAP EATS I can't tell you how beside myself I am to be back in San Francisco. I can tell you, but it will sound like it's coming from over there. It's not! I'm right here where I belong, typing at you from the warmth of my very own(ish) clawfoot tub in the bowels of my old dungeon-y hovel at 18th and Guerrero.

Upstairs, in the relative sunshine of our other, airier studio apartment, Hedgehog is pacing back and forth and saying to herself: We live in San Francisco. We live in San Francisco. Until finally she can't take it anymore and shaves off her eyebrows. Read more »

Batter up

Baseball, hot dogs, fried pierogi .... and Laotian treats at Ventiane Cafe

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CHEAP EATS Hedgehog and me are on the road again. Mount Rushmore, Yellowstone Park, and the Mission lie ahead — by mere days! — and shrinking in the rearview mirror are both our families, several old priced-out-of-SF pals, 10 big states, four or five completely different kinds of barbecue, and many, many baseball games. Including big league ones, a minor league one, a semi-pro one, and a little league all-star game.Read more »

Mega Millions

Hitting the fried chicken and pulled pork jackpot at Rainbow Donuts and Smoke Berkeley

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CHEAP EATS I still have some Berkeley wonders to tell you about. In fact, I've been saving the best for last: fried chicken and donuts at Rainbow Donut, which is my new favorite restaurant — and just down San Pablo from there, my new favorite restaurant: Smoke Berkeley.Read more »

Hot catch

Ain't no crawfish like a hand-caught crawfish

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CHEAP EATS Yeah, and part of the idea of going to New York City was to escape New Orleans's heat, which would best be described (for those who haven't been) as hot.

Hot hot hot hot hot.

As luck would have it, best laid plans and all, it was even hotter than that in New York while we were there, squeak squeak, fuckity fuck. It was hot hot hot hot hot hot hot. So as soon as we got back home to hot hot hot hot hot, we went camping.Read more »

Besting a star

NYC's WD-50 is nice, but you can't beat the saba at Berkeley's Kyoto.

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CHEAP EATS Hedgehog goes and goes and goes to New York. For work — so they fly her and put her up in a nice hotel. This is what's called (I believe) a business trip. But there's more than that, of course, to it.

Examples include eating at WD-50 on my birthday (without me), and being at that Mets game (without me) when Johan Santana pitched the first no-hitter in team history, lucky duck. By which I mean Hedgehog. Santana's a pretty good pitcher.Read more »

Are we real?

On getting offered purpose, and airline pretzels

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CHEAP EATS I took a cab from the airport to the football game and changed in the back seat without (I don't think) leaving anything behind, not even the big bag of smaller bags of airline pretzels. Which came in handy because it was a 6:30 kickoff — an awkward time, whether you're coming from work, like my teammates, or across the country.Read more »