The Doggie Bag: Today's Odds and Ends

Someone been takin' bitter pills: Guest-whining at Eater SF, Citysearch editor Patrick Heig gets his 2(x)ists in a twist over what he suggests is the city's bogus street-food fad. In Heig's cosmology there's authentic street food (like Manhattan's falafel carts) and pathetic, lemonade-stand street food. If we're so desperate for street food that we're willing to bestow that title on a guy selling cookies in Dolores Park, c'mon, let's not embarrass ourselves here. It's a fucking snickerdoodle. Calm down. Whatever, dude -- give it time.

Grease junky: Mid-20th century America may have been the Age of Parkay, but there's been an epochal shift: Welcome to the Age of Lard. Food writer Regina Schrambling tells the nation what S.F. already knows: Lard's negative connotations of flowing flesh and vats of grease and epithets like lardass and tub of lard have been absurd hurdles. But no longer. Embrace the grease at Salon.