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Taking the heat

Papolote Mexican Grill
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CHEAP EATS Sockywonk lost her mouth on account of the chemo. We were sitting around wondering about lunch, which is one of my three favorite things to wonder about, and she said (and I quote): "I wonder if I have my mouth back."

I looked up from my prayer book, or food journal, and asked, "Excuse me?"

"I wonder if I can handle the salsa at Papalote," she said. She's been off the sauce for a couple months and off chemo now for maybe one month. Read more »

Such a woman

Boudin Bakery
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CHEAP EATS Cousin Raym is a doctor and works at Kent State. He gets to come to San Francisco for conferences, and I get to take him around for sushi, and clam chowder in a sourdough bowl, and all the things he loves that you can't get in Ohio. Good sushi, I mean. This has happened two years in a row, and that means he has seen me more than anyone else in my family who doesn't live here.

Raym is 50 years old and still plays tackle football. We tried his hand — or feet — at soccer, and he didn't get a lot done but did have fun. Read more »

Of blood and blintzes

Saul's
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CHEAP EATS The hawks are looking hungry. My chickens are scared. Me too. We spend a lot of time in the bushes, plucking and preening and trying to act casual. And while they're scratching for bugs, I'm collecting dandelion greens for my salad. The price of lettuce has literally brought me to my knees.

You're thinking: Lettuce? The price of lettuce?

Yeah, well, maybe you don't know how much salad I eat. (A: a lot.) My favorite statistic says that when they have unlimited access to grass, chickens will eat it more than anything. Read more »

Getting lucky

Flint's BBQ
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CHEAP EATS The word she uses is "flexitarian." I seldom run retractions. Not that I never get anything wrong; on the contrary, my impressions of reality are so impressionistic, it would be a stretch to say that I ever exactly get anything right.

This can cause problems.

Give you an example: I want to know what time Penny's opens for lunch. I look it up. Cheap Eats, Penny's Caribbean Café, says right there: 11:30 a.m. So I write to Lisa Bitch Magazine, and I say, "Dear Ms. Magazine, Hi! How are you? Read more »

The power of meat

Taiwan restaurant
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By L.E. Leone

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CHEAP EATS I'm not really going to no wimmin's music festival in Michigan this summer, don't worry. It costs money — are you kidding me? And I'm not camping out at no Camp Trans, either, to protest. I already gave up on political actions, restroom-related or otherwise.

Y'all can have your fucked-up ismicistic world.

I have chickens. I have fire and wheels and weird words that nobody knows but me. Ismicistic means everyone's got to be a somethingist and embrace somethingism. Read more »

Me and my bitches

Mexicali Rose
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CHEAP EATS I have long, pretty, curly hair, and there's always food in it — and often branches and leaves and stuff — because I'm a chicken farmer. I spend my days crawling around in the bushes, looking for eggs.

At the famous Womyn's Music Festival in Michigan, trans women (MTFs, women who were It's-a-Boyed at birth) are not welcome. I knew that. What I didn't know, until Bitch magazine told me, is that trans men (FTMs, men who were It's-a-Girled at birth) are welcome. Read more »

Practical aggression

Chilli Cha Cha
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CHEAP EATS The reason I keep a dream journal is not because I think my dreams mean anything. It's because where else do you get to write a sentence like He's always so brittle when he comes back to life and not even blink?

Cheap Eats!!!

This week's dreamy food-for-all begins on the baseball field. Big Rec, Golden Gate Park. A beautiful summery day for July or August. For early February, it was surreal. Read more »

Reorientation

Little Thai
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CHEAP EATS Earl Butter said it was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard, and that was when I knew I was back. I wish I could remember what I'd said, to mark the spot, something about ... something, I feel certain.

We were sitting around a couple of square tables in the back room at Mollie's truck stop, former home of the 12-egg omelet and current home of the only chicken-fried steak omelet that I know of. Read more »

Missed connections

Yearning for Manzanita
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CHEAP EATS My new favorite songwriter is my old friend NFC, which BTW stands for "new friend Catherine," not National Football Conference. Of course, I sometimes call her Ms. Conference or National or Nat just to confuse matters. Read more »

Ways we were

Banana House
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CHEAP EATS I was sitting at the bar drinking whiskey with Hobosack, talking about art and writing and waiting for the band to go on so that we could move our heads and close our eyes and rattle on the inside. It's like being back in grad school, I thought, and this was a warm thing to think on a cold, cold night, until I realized that ... why the hell would I want to be back in grad school?

Actually, I can think of some answers to that question: namely, Dash would still be alive, and the Bomb. I wouldn't be scared. Read more »