Cheap Eats

Lingering vermicelli

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CHEAP EATS I keep finding myself in Emeryville, which is a problem. Once I was running early so I stopped at the Comeback Café and ordered a Vietnamese sandwich, pork, no mayonnaise.

The young guy at the counter wrote it all down, passed it along to the kitchen, and I picked up a Giants' schedule from a stack by the cash register. It made me feel at home.Read more »

Shot therapy

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CHEAP EATS Deevee and me were eating polenta with all the colorful vegetables in the world sauced up on top, and meatballs, complaining about shit. Mostly, I confess, it was me doing the complaining, but Deevee and the meatballs were getting in on it too. We all have problems.Read more »

Face-offs

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CHEAP EATS One day Clara de la Cooter would like to go to Ohio and play with my nieces and nephews. One day she would like to play soccer with me. And baseball. One day she wants to take the BART train. One day she would like to have pierced ears, and wear earrings, and ride a motorcycle. It's cute to hear her begin all these distant little longings with, "One day" ...

She's three years old. Read more »

Truckin'

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CHEAP EATS Jo Jo Hoot is a kind of a guru of the Bay Area taco truck scene. Fifteen years ago, the first time I wrote about him, he was taking me on a taco truck tour of East Oakland. Now he lives in San Francisco in the Mission District, and I run into his bright-eyed and brilliant wife, Ha Ha Hoot, at the grocery store. Read more »

Jumping jack flash

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CHEAP EATS Rode my bike to my second favorite neighborhood, the Tenderloin. I was hoping to find the place where me and Sal the Porkchop ate crawfish and garlic noodles one night after watching dance, or something somewhat cultural, at any rate. I remember I was dressed a little dressier than usual and worried about squirting crawfish juice on my skirt. Read more »

To barflys

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CHEAP EATS I went into the liquor store and bought a bottle of Extra Strength Excedrin, that was all.

"Bag?" the guy behind the counter said. Like the rest of the store, he was aflicker with fluorescence.

I was afraid to shake my head. "No thank you," I said, very very softly.Read more »

The sporting life

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CHEAP EATS In defense of Emeryville, there's the Emery Bay Public Market, where you can get duck noodle soup for $6, or almost anything else in the world. There's a Caribbean booth, Indian, Korean, Vietnamese, Japanese, Afghani, Cajun, Mexican, pizza, Peets ... You can sit outside, if you want, and watch the trains go by.

There are train tracks in Emeryville. Read more »

Go ... Germany?

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CHEAP EATS Everyone assumes that because I love to play soccer, I'm interested in the World Cup. Rather than contradict them, I have become interested in the World Cup. How is that for flexing one's codependency?

At first I merely feigned interest, but then the feigning turned into affectation, then adoption, and now I find myself legitimately, actually, gut-wrenchingly interested — albeit by accident.Read more »

All is bacon

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CHEAP EATS I had lunch with my agent, and then we talked all afternoon and wound up going to a party together. One interesting thing is that I don't have an agent. I haven't had an agent since the early '90s.

"Write a novel. Write a novel. Write a novel," my old ex-agent used to say, because of course she couldn't sell my short story collection. Read more »

Lock and load

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CHEAP EATS Speaking of pickup trucks, I borrowed the Pod's for the weekend because Hollywood was coming to San Francisco. It was my turn to drive. As you may know, 20-year-old Toyota pickup trucks aren't sports cars, but I figured this was a step in the right direction, especially since it's lesbian-owned. Read more »