This story is part of a cross-post between Indefinite Articles and The Eaten Path.
You can read James Boo’s “Preemptive Strike” on Chili’s here.
For all the amazing food we have in the Bay Area, the little holes-in-the-wall and the grandiose temples to flavor, every once in a while there’s something appealing about the strip mall meal. […]

The first part of this cross-post can be read here.
In this day and age, it is almost a crime to admit to liking good, greasy food. It is especially fitting in SoCal that the salad—throughout most of history a side dish or appetizer—has taken the place of the baptism: that which serves to wash us […]

If you’ve ever met an omnivorous Californian, you know that the surest path to his stomach is laid out on two and a half words: “In-N-Out.” Among the many topics left-coasters will waste no time picking up and taking down in a string of verses winding their way around a dispossessed yet domineering tirade, In-N-Out […]

As we once were approaching the door of Los Reyes for our Thursday night tortas, I mentioned to the man I know best as El Ultimo that I’d been having chest pains since morning.
“You think it might be my heart?” I asked.
Without a second’s thought, he shot me a glare of skepticism bordering shock and […]

If you were asked to define your childhood in terms of a hamburger, what would come to mind? Golden flames leaping through a charcoal grill in your backyard? Golden arches and the imperial awning of a drive-thru window? A sheepish mound of ground beef and onions being scraped off of your mother’s frying pan? Or […]