You never know what you’re going to get when you have children, and apparently ten years ago almost to this day, I gave birth to Family Ties Alex P. Keaton, minus the suit. Joe and I are left-leaning and I’m particularly un-business minded, to the point of fault. But Silas,…
Telmo has a new toy—our shiny al pastor spit. His new lot in life is to master this thing, become an al pastor ninja. You can look forward to it being front and center at Mosto when we open. Watch out. (Tip: Come down to the market today or next…
As Tacolicious II continues to get underway, we’ve been plotting out the artwork. The enclosed patio—enclosed patio! margaritas! (sorry, I can’t help my excitement about how well those two things go together)—is going to have a Dolores Park mural of sorts installed by Paul Madonna, who I like to think…
I’ve fallen in love with the handmade cement tiles that you see all over Mexico. You know the ones I’m talking about. They’re bright and cheerful but also timeless and transcendent of fashion or fad. The Moroccans and Spaniards also have their versions of them, as do other parts of the world,…
Joe and I spent the night up in Napa on Friday night. Though the town of Napa is desperately trying to make itself as fancy-pants as a destination as say, Yountville, I just don’t see it happening. Napa’s got a little too much all-Americana in its blood. And I don’t…
