I Really Have No Business Asking
Oh gentle readers, you give and you give and you give and I ain't giving nothing in return these days. Sorry about that. Really.
Now can anyone tell me where to get a good meal in San Diego? Sam says I can't, and I'm inclined to believe her, but I figured I'd try anyway. It can't be any fucking worse than the food in Tahiti. The Restaurant Whore household is headed there in about a month, and while I can try to figure it out on my own by reading the shit that is out there, I'd rather hear from those of you that aren't paid for your dining opinions.
If I wasn't about to slip into a coma from sleep deprivation, I'd tell you how much I want to make out with Spork, Serpentine and Fish and Farm. Someday, loves, someday.
P.S. Christopher Elbow is now sporting an "Opening February 2008" sign. Coincidence?
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld