It’s a dry January, which means two things on this girls’ trip to central Arizona: we’re all skipping the margaritas tonight, and
Welcome to the Usual: An irregular column about regulars in their restaurants — and the roles such places play in the lives of the people they feed.
Published in The San Francisco Chronicle. Illustrated by George McCalman
In the summer of 1985, Annette Jackson and her high school boyfriend drove into the city in his drop-top Mercury Cougar toward
Sure, it’s been around since biblical times, but suddenly the shofar is trending among Bay Area billionaires. Well, O.K., only two leading