Boccalone's hitting the streets with an awkward-looking, cherry-red bike outfitted with a fat aluminum cooler, crammed full of stupid-good paninis stuffed w/ their top-notch salted pig parts ($8/pop, cash only), but to know where it's doling out on any given day, you'll have to follow it on Twitter, or, just follow it.

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The local streetwear purveyor's four new tees include a retro-ish rendering of the SF skyline obscured by fog; a mish-mash of dozens of street signs; and a mess of lines, words, and letters that when read correctly, say "We Don't Call It Frisco"; and (in Sacto black or purple w/ a lil' gold crown) a purple cursive "Golden State Kings" -- two teams, even when mashed together, barely equal one worth following.

Peep the top four designs at 4fifteenClothing.com

Lark Creek Inn's morphed into The Tavern, boasting refinished antique tables and a new streetside eat-in "grove". Everything on the versatile menu's under $15 (including duck lasagna stuffed w/ hazelnuts & goat cheese, spiced Petaluma chicken wings, and a Delta crawfish boil), while specialty cocktails range from the Tanqueray/grapefruit/lemon Aperol Cocktail to the Wild Turkey Sazerac -- have too many before dinner, and expect to gobble gobble.

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Ring this organic grub outfit and they'll speed you over grub from their eighteen-item, all chicken-and-veggies menu, from Maharaja drumsticks w/ tomatoes & garlic, to spicy garbanzo curry w/ stir-fried peas/carrots/green beans, to chicken wraps flanked by hot and sour lentil curry, all delivered by their pimpin' Mini Cooper, presumably driven by Mark Wahlberg, who's trying hard not to spill your chutney as he skids down a staircase.

Score some box at IndianBento.com