I hate being stood up, especially at the last minute. But accidents happen and “Pierce”, my sexy porn star dinner companion, was sincerely apologetic. Rather than being upset, I decided to press forward – spontaneity being something I’d resolved to work on in the new year. I squared my shoulders, strolled through the tall wide…
“Casual contemporary,” he said. I had asked “Pierce” to describe the ambience of Café Bleu; the red walls, white stamped tin ceiling, blue-lit bar, the mix of dark wood tables and overstuffed sofas. A cozy neighborhood bistro in the heart of Mission Hills perfect for a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner. “A little bohemian?” I suggested….
“Is that you?” I was looking at the picture “Pierce” displayed on his phone. “That’s me”, he said. “I told you I was wearing horns”, and that was all he was wearing. The photo was a still from his scene in Labyrinth, a new film from Raging Stallion Studios. He looked like a well-muscled Minotaur…
Year in review – so soon? But what a delectable year it’s been, filled with remarkable meals and countless calories as hungry readers explored the greater gayborhood’s culinary delights. Who can forget … Brooklyn Girl (Mission Hills): Roasted Bone Marrow and Crab Rangoon Blossoms. The hollowed half bone is filled with rich beefy marrow and…
“Would you please put your phone away?” “What? I can multi-task.” “Yes, but could you try single-tasking while we enjoy dinner?” “Pierce” acquiesced and put his phone away. We were seated in a quiet corner beneath the high exposed-beam ceiling at Great Maple, a perfect table for catching up on recent events. Pierce was excited…
“Making porn is harder than it looks,” he said between appetizer nibbles and cocktail sips. I hadn’t seen my buddy “Pierce” in several months. He’s a newbie in gay adult films; tall, lean and ruggedly handsome. We caught up over dinner at Hexagone one recent balmy evening. “Performing under hot lights for six hours with…
WARNING: Frequent consumption of succulent smoked meats may lead to addiction and constant craving. The Whole Hog is a small barbecue joint practically in the middle of a busy intersection. Step through the door of the innocuous barn-red building and you’ll see clean white walls and wainscoting. Dark wood accents and trim. Four tables and…
Move over, Colonel. Forget about doing chicken right. Streetcar Merchants does chicken better. My attractive dinner companion and I worked up a huge appetite one afternoon and hungered for a late lunch. Lestat suggested we try something different and check out Streetcar Merchants. They proudly serve fried chicken, housemade doughnuts, specialty coffee and craft beer….
“San Diego is a breakfast city,” observed Lestat, a recent East Coast transplant, and I had to agree. On any given morning customers can be seen standing in long lines at restaurants serving breakfast or, more importantly, brunch. Eschewing long lines, we made our way to Breakfast Republic where, for once, the usual snaking queue…
I haven’t had sushi since Christmas (issue #163) and my youthful assistant Lestat, fresh from a visit to the barber shop and sporting a sharp clean fade, quickly agreed to plumb the depths of oceanic delicacies. We reserved a table at Hane Sushi one sultry summer night and were quickly seated in the medium-sized room….
