Andrea Froncillo and Jennifer Jeffrey teamed up last year to write stinky prose. (We'll re-use that pun as much as we please.) He is a chef/partner in a bunch of restaurants in the city, including the Stinking Rose and the Crab House, and she's a San Francisco-based freelance writer. We'll link to Andrea's blog too, but he hasn't updated it in a year. Slacker! We're especially frustrated since it's titled "Sex and the Kitchen," and we sincerely hope all the fluids are strictly accounted for in the Stinking Rose kitchen. more ›

Since we barely digest our own food, much less eat in public for fear people might find us shoveling heaps of it into our mouths, maybe you, dear readers, can help this rookie San Franciscan find a place to take the parents out? He or she is looking for a tasty, semi-semi-formal, non-Stinking Rose-y, yet inexpensive Italian place, and we can't seem to be of any help. more ›

We have to admit we don't take the Stinking Rose --"a garlic restaurant"-- too seriously: the only time we went there was on a Valentine's Day, and our date was with a group of people without dates. The choice of the Stinking Rose, Beverly Hills branch, of course was intended as irony. We were free to eat garlic that evening. Lemons, meet lemonade. more ›