Results tagged “bagels”

People who move to SF from other states love to complain about San Francisco's lack of decent pizza and bagels. To which we say: Arinell's and House of Bagels. But the whiners do have a point. What is it about San Francisco, the alleged food mecca of the universe, that we can't come up with tasty, inexpensive, savory-based carbs? Pizza and bagels, which should be cheap as well as widely available, should be a cinch.

The city provided a continental breakfast of "coffee, bagels, orange wedges, and blueberries" (delicious!) as well as temporary encampment tents for those that they evicted from Golden Gate Park at 4:30 a.m. this morning. (You can read Chron's article about it here, and SF Examiner's here.)

Noah's Bagels are similar to other pale imitations of a superior products: they are akin, say, to low-carb anything, sugar-free candy, Tofurkey, etc. Of course, there are decent examples of situations in which one would want to consume less sugar, carbs, or avoid meat. What's the excuse for eating bagels that are more like Wonderbread? Usually desperation. Or convenience. Which brings us to the point: Noah's is hyping the celebration of its 18th birthday.

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This would have been even more awesome if it had been on top of a moving train. The police in Berkeley used a hook-and-ladder truck to conduct a manhunt on Telegraph Avenue rooftops after the robbery of a Noah's Bagels at around 6 a.m. Monday morning. After what was described as a tense "building-by-building, rooftop-by-rooftop search," the man was located on top of a building and arrested without further incident.

There's a lot of transporation stories today, so here's your compendium, if you will, of stories.

--We missed this yesterday, but it's still awesome. Who's put security cameras in Chris Daly's office?

If you've been like us, you've been reading all sorts of stories about terrorist plots in a whole bunch of cities that aren't the Bay Area and feeling kind of jealous. Hey, terrorists, what about us? Aren't we good enough to terrorize? Are we not infidel enough? Does our lack of good bagels preclude us from being part of the International Zionist Conspiracy? Luckily, reports have been coming out saying that yes indeed, the Bad Guys have been looking our way and plotting some terror.

Welcome to the Year of the Dog. To celebrate and honor this year, we will keep our paws to the ground and our nose in the air to uncover all the best places to whine and dine at the generosity of others. This is a column for all the canines out there and their guardians who love them.

Ever since SFist has lived in San Francisco, we've heard one complaint more than any other--"why can't we get a decent bagel in this town?" Well, that and. "why can't we build more housing in this city?" For a closer look at the reason why we can't (build more housing, not get better bagels), one just has to look at several recent stories to see why it is that we're all paying way too much for a way-too-small-apartment that hasn't had its rent-controlled walls painted in way too long.

Sci-fi geeks may have the upcoming Star Wars movie, but to political geeks, their Revenge of the Sith may just be this Friday when UC Berkeley hosts a discussion with New York Times' columnists Thomas Friedman AND Maureen Dowd. It's like the Sunday edition of the New York Times come to life except without the coffee and bagels. Seeing these two super-stud columnists together is like the "Real World/Road Rules Challenges" before they became overdone and overrun by attention seeking camera hos. Friedman, the Times' foreign affairs columnist, is the happy global warrior, the cheerleader for globalization. And Dowd is the Times' resident bete noir of the Bushies with her snarky and a little too full of itself takes on our political world. Friedman has three pulitzers and Dowd one. That's a lot of pulitzers.

Great delivery pizza in Berkeley? It's true!

Some things just go with certain places: clocks with the Swiss, bagels and New York, Arizona and snowbirds. Occasionally you encounter something that claims to be from one place even though it is clearly from another.

Avoiding messy spills for yet another week.