Gastronomique: Jay to Zed.
In an era of nuclear families, divorce is not the trauma it used to be. Consider the little Emmy's parents, for instance. She is doing fine, as we (ie. SFist Sam) can attest, despite the founders having gone each their way. As we understand it, she stayed in the custody of her mom, while daddy started afresh, and partnered Blue Jay cafe.
The Opinionated Loudmouth: Rock'n Rob's
Sometimes, what we want is a damn cheeseburger. We want it medium well (too much pinkness grosses us out), we want it on a good bun, and we want it topped with lots o' melty cheddar, healthy tomatoes, crisp red onion, a good glop of mayo, and nothing else. We think Bistro Burger is fine, we adore Burger Joint when we can get it, and we think Perry's makes a splendid one (though their poppyseed bun makes our vestigial Junior-High Brain worry we've got poppyseeded teeth after eating it) — but those establishments don't have outposts down on the coastside. So to get our damn cheeseburger, we like to hit a weird little joint in Pacifica's Rockaway Beach area called Rock'n Rob's.

