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  • 01
    There comes a time when everyone must get off the gravy train, mostly because biscuit wheels have been proven again and again to be structurally unsound. Fortunately enough for Mira Mesa, the rule also applies to gravy trucks, as the crew behind Devilicious has gotten off theirs in order to open up Wich Addiction: a no-frills, brick 'n mortar sandwich shop conveniently close enough to Green Flash and Wet 'N Wreckless, to make sure you'll eventually end up that way.

    Begin: Salads are for girls, or guys in crop tops, so put on that sassy half-shirt and mack on a fennel or panzanella green number (which can be topped w/ seared scallops, hanger steak, or crispy pork belly), or put on the other half of that shirt and get straight to business with apps like deep-fried rice balls loaded with stuff like beef stroganoff, chili, or French onions.

    Be Wich'd: Sell your aunt's analog TV, then spend that hard-earned cash on classics like roasted turkey with jalapeno aioli, corned beef & Swiss with housemade bacon kraut & dill pickle aioli, or get down on a Stuffed Burger -- an Angus patty impregnated with gouda, though gouda's all "No, I'm happy for you, it's just -- how can I be sure you weren't with other cheeses when we don't even trust each other?"

    Be Not Wich'd: If you aren't feeling like a big stacker, they'll cook up specialties like red-wine-braised short rib penne with grilled asparagus, or a short rib poutine with sharp cheddar, and so much gravy they simply must have loco-motives.
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      There comes a time when everyone must get off the gravy train, mostly because biscuit wheels have been proven again and again to be structurally unsound. Fortunately enough for Mira Mesa, the rule also applies to gravy trucks, as the crew behind Devilicious has gotten off theirs in order to open up Wich Addiction: a no-frills, brick 'n mortar sandwich shop conveniently close enough to Green Flash and Wet 'N Wreckless, to make sure you'll eventually end up that way.

      Begin: Salads are for girls, or guys in crop tops, so put on that sassy half-shirt and mack on a fennel or panzanella green number (which can be topped w/ seared scallops, hanger steak, or crispy pork belly), or put on the other half of that shirt and get straight to business with apps like deep-fried rice balls loaded with stuff like beef stroganoff, chili, or French onions.

      Be Wich'd: Sell your aunt's analog TV, then spend that hard-earned cash on classics like roasted turkey with jalapeno aioli, corned beef & Swiss with housemade bacon kraut & dill pickle aioli, or get down on a Stuffed Burger -- an Angus patty impregnated with gouda, though gouda's all "No, I'm happy for you, it's just -- how can I be sure you weren't with other cheeses when we don't even trust each other?"

      Be Not Wich'd: If you aren't feeling like a big stacker, they'll cook up specialties like red-wine-braised short rib penne with grilled asparagus, or a short rib poutine with sharp cheddar, and so much gravy they simply must have loco-motives.
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  • 02
    Not to be confused with a certain restaurant that'll probably change its name again in the next two weeks, this Urban Eats is a shiny, new, rotating-menu food truck born out of the ex-1500-Ocean-chef's amazement when he saw a multi-course meal prepared on the back of a motorcycle in Indonesia, less because of the motorcycle thing, and more because he didn't realize they eat multi-course meals in Indonesia (JK, it was the motorcycle).

    Because you're a savage who eats with his hands, grab onto smaller bites like polenta hush puppies with crab & brie fondue, or tacos including a cured yellowtail number with cilantro cream & queso fresco, plus one stuffed with pork belly, cilantro slaw & more queso fresco, though considering how many tacos it's been in this sentence alone, how fresco can it really be? In case you're a savage who sometimes likes to eat bigger things with his hands, stretch them around a certified Angus burger with caramelized onion/ mushrooms/ bleu cheese/ roasted garlic aioli; a tomato ragu & provolone-smothered lamb meatball sub; or a lox-esque chilled smoked salmon sandwich with pickled onions, and crème fraiche made with lemons and capers, also what to expect while reading The Hardy Boys and the Curse of the Ford Pinto.

    If your hands haven't cramped from all that grabbing, use them to snag sweets like caramelized white chocolate cookies and strawberry sorbet with strawberry chips -- the only motorcycle-related show more inspiring than one featuring multi-course meals in Indonesia.
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      Not to be confused with a certain restaurant that'll probably change its name again in the next two weeks, this Urban Eats is a shiny, new, rotating-menu food truck born out of the ex-1500-Ocean-chef's amazement when he saw a multi-course meal prepared on the back of a motorcycle in Indonesia, less because of the motorcycle thing, and more because he didn't realize they eat multi-course meals in Indonesia (JK, it was the motorcycle).

      Because you're a savage who eats with his hands, grab onto smaller bites like polenta hush puppies with crab & brie fondue, or tacos including a cured yellowtail number with cilantro cream & queso fresco, plus one stuffed with pork belly, cilantro slaw & more queso fresco, though considering how many tacos it's been in this sentence alone, how fresco can it really be? In case you're a savage who sometimes likes to eat bigger things with his hands, stretch them around a certified Angus burger with caramelized onion/ mushrooms/ bleu cheese/ roasted garlic aioli; a tomato ragu & provolone-smothered lamb meatball sub; or a lox-esque chilled smoked salmon sandwich with pickled onions, and crème fraiche made with lemons and capers, also what to expect while reading The Hardy Boys and the Curse of the Ford Pinto.

      If your hands haven't cramped from all that grabbing, use them to snag sweets like caramelized white chocolate cookies and strawberry sorbet with strawberry chips -- the only motorcycle-related show more inspiring than one featuring multi-course meals in Indonesia.
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  • 03
    Digitally poking around SD first, DinnerDate's a soon-to-be-national dating service aiming to remove the pressure of one-on-one awkwardness and the insincerity of online communication by setting up opt-in/ three-course/ group dinner dates where the ratio's always even and your portion of the bill's been paid ahead of time. Based on a brief questionnaire, they'll invite you to freely choose from a selection of specific gatherings of “like-minded” individuals in your preferred age range, though they won't give you a visual preview of the 6-12-person guest list so as to keep the surprise element of a blind date, but not elements of the show Blind Date, as yours are depressing enough without a Roger Lodge recap.

    Wondering what your dating conversations will sound like? Well luckily for you, we backed our way into the future, and pulled snippets of possible convos during dates in different neighborhoods like:

    North Park: "Like I was saying, I just redid the entire interior of my car in reclaimed wood from a barn in Mexico. What's that? No, the workers were unionized, I made sure. Wait, one sec, (talking to another group) did you guys just say you like the band Sleigh Bells? Ha, maybe in 2009, tourists. Sorry, what was I saying? Oh yeah -- if this kale isn't locally foraged, I'm going to flip the f*** out."

    Ocean Beach: "You look beautiful. Though that may just be because I ate three brownies, wink, wink, on the way over to this dinner. Anyway, like we were discussing about the Harpua at Red Rocks in '97… oh, we weren't discussing that? Here, just eat this brownie, wink, wink."

    La Jolla: “So I keep my horses at this stable in Rancho, but they just started some ridiculous program to let poor children ride for free, and they're probably going to steal them or something. No, I'm just kidding (silently mouths: No I'm really not). If my father doesn't buy the place, I have to move them back to our stables, and, as you can imagine, that's just a logistical nightmare. Not for me, of course, but for Hector, our groundskeeper. So what do you do?”

    If the opportunity arises, you're free to ask for numbers or give out your own, but those who will inherit the earth can use DinnerDate's simple, post-date messaging system if they think discreet invites to their Lodge-ings are more likely to be met with a Roger.
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      Digitally poking around SD first, DinnerDate's a soon-to-be-national dating service aiming to remove the pressure of one-on-one awkwardness and the insincerity of online communication by setting up opt-in/ three-course/ group dinner dates where the ratio's always even and your portion of the bill's been paid ahead of time. Based on a brief questionnaire, they'll invite you to freely choose from a selection of specific gatherings of “like-minded” individuals in your preferred age range, though they won't give you a visual preview of the 6-12-person guest list so as to keep the surprise element of a blind date, but not elements of the show Blind Date, as yours are depressing enough without a Roger Lodge recap.

      Wondering what your dating conversations will sound like? Well luckily for you, we backed our way into the future, and pulled snippets of possible convos during dates in different neighborhoods like:

      North Park: "Like I was saying, I just redid the entire interior of my car in reclaimed wood from a barn in Mexico. What's that? No, the workers were unionized, I made sure. Wait, one sec, (talking to another group) did you guys just say you like the band Sleigh Bells? Ha, maybe in 2009, tourists. Sorry, what was I saying? Oh yeah -- if this kale isn't locally foraged, I'm going to flip the f*** out."

      Ocean Beach: "You look beautiful. Though that may just be because I ate three brownies, wink, wink, on the way over to this dinner. Anyway, like we were discussing about the Harpua at Red Rocks in '97… oh, we weren't discussing that? Here, just eat this brownie, wink, wink."

      La Jolla: “So I keep my horses at this stable in Rancho, but they just started some ridiculous program to let poor children ride for free, and they're probably going to steal them or something. No, I'm just kidding (silently mouths: No I'm really not). If my father doesn't buy the place, I have to move them back to our stables, and, as you can imagine, that's just a logistical nightmare. Not for me, of course, but for Hector, our groundskeeper. So what do you do?”

      If the opportunity arises, you're free to ask for numbers or give out your own, but those who will inherit the earth can use DinnerDate's simple, post-date messaging system if they think discreet invites to their Lodge-ings are more likely to be met with a Roger.
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  • 04
    Because calling it Bottom Turn felt wrong, the four dudes behind PB's freshest craft cocktail & foodery opted for Duck Dive, then set about gutting/renovating the former Hennessey's and turning it into a new, surf-friendly haven, despite none of them being surfers and/or hailing from New Haven. Or even original Haven.

    The Digs: The beach-side-of-Mission corner spot features massive roll-up windows to let that beach air in, a nice patio to dip to when you need to let human air out, a 360-degree rectangular bar, an installation of surfboard cross sections overlaid with pictures of Josh Oldenburg shaping a board, and a 2/3-of-the-wall-spanning photograph of the underside of 2010 Kirstie Alley. Kidding! It's the underside of the PB pier, which actually fits on 2/3 of the wall.

    The Food: They'll be rolling out their lengthy menu a few items at a time over the next few weeks, but for now get full on apps like the Trio of Deviled Eggs (crab-stuffed, curried w/ mango chutney & chive with salmon roe) or Dragon Wings (chicken or duck) covered in a spicy chili-honey-lime sauce, sandwiches (the Porchetta with pork tenderloin wrapped in pork belly topped w/ tomato relish/ roasted pepper/ garlic aioli), or dinners, which count a hanger-style steak served with tomato jam and crispy “stealth fries” that ironically, will make it easier for people to see you.

    The Booze: They're running 40 taps headed up by crafts like Lost Abbey Lost & Found & Ballast Point Sculpin, 25 vinos, a lucky 13 booze drinks including The Gentleman's Cocktail (Glenlivet 12yr, sweet vermouth, Amaretto Disarrono, bitters & absinthe), and a white Russian nod called The Jeffrey Lebowski. Plus, if you really want to impress your high school self, check out their bottled Strawberry Daiquiri/ Fuzzy Navel wine coolers -- though if your friends see you drinking them, you might end up doing some ducking and diving yourself.

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      Because calling it Bottom Turn felt wrong, the four dudes behind PB's freshest craft cocktail & foodery opted for Duck Dive, then set about gutting/renovating the former Hennessey's and turning it into a new, surf-friendly haven, despite none of them being surfers and/or hailing from New Haven. Or even original Haven.

      The Digs: The beach-side-of-Mission corner spot features massive roll-up windows to let that beach air in, a nice patio to dip to when you need to let human air out, a 360-degree rectangular bar, an installation of surfboard cross sections overlaid with pictures of Josh Oldenburg shaping a board, and a 2/3-of-the-wall-spanning photograph of the underside of 2010 Kirstie Alley. Kidding! It's the underside of the PB pier, which actually fits on 2/3 of the wall.

      The Food: They'll be rolling out their lengthy menu a few items at a time over the next few weeks, but for now get full on apps like the Trio of Deviled Eggs (crab-stuffed, curried w/ mango chutney & chive with salmon roe) or Dragon Wings (chicken or duck) covered in a spicy chili-honey-lime sauce, sandwiches (the Porchetta with pork tenderloin wrapped in pork belly topped w/ tomato relish/ roasted pepper/ garlic aioli), or dinners, which count a hanger-style steak served with tomato jam and crispy “stealth fries” that ironically, will make it easier for people to see you.

      The Booze: They're running 40 taps headed up by crafts like Lost Abbey Lost & Found & Ballast Point Sculpin, 25 vinos, a lucky 13 booze drinks including The Gentleman's Cocktail (Glenlivet 12yr, sweet vermouth, Amaretto Disarrono, bitters & absinthe), and a white Russian nod called The Jeffrey Lebowski. Plus, if you really want to impress your high school self, check out their bottled Strawberry Daiquiri/ Fuzzy Navel wine coolers -- though if your friends see you drinking them, you might end up doing some ducking and diving yourself.

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  • 05
    Because nothing's quite as horrible as physical exercise, SoCal's WaveJet's about to roll out their inaugural motorized surfboard system (with the motor residing in an interchangeable “Pod”), which negates the need to paddle out into the waves through the use of two, 20lb thrust, aluminum impellers controlled by a wireless wristband that'll shut down if the board travels more than leash-length from the rider.

    Make sure you've got a ride for everyone in your family by picking up:

    The Performance Shortboard: Obviously for you, 'cause how are you going to hit the lineup and shred the green room on not-a-shortboard? Plus, only barneys longboard at D Street. Plus plus, you should look up all of these surf terms, then think about incorporating them into your own lingo.

    The 10'6” Walden SUP: Perfect for your Uncle Walden -- but only because his favorite movie's Stand Up Paddle Surfing: Hawaiian Style - Vol. 2 and definitely not because of the coincidental name thing -- this floating fortress takes the need to paddle out of the equation, though your unc's lack of shortboard abilities already proves he doesn't really know what'SUP.

    The Body Board: Because you do your best boogie-ing in, and around, your nose, this little guy will keep your niece wildly entertained, as the only thing more horrible than physical exercise is having to actually entertain her yourself.

    Photo by Aaron Chang
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      Because nothing's quite as horrible as physical exercise, SoCal's WaveJet's about to roll out their inaugural motorized surfboard system (with the motor residing in an interchangeable “Pod”), which negates the need to paddle out into the waves through the use of two, 20lb thrust, aluminum impellers controlled by a wireless wristband that'll shut down if the board travels more than leash-length from the rider.

      Make sure you've got a ride for everyone in your family by picking up:

      The Performance Shortboard: Obviously for you, 'cause how are you going to hit the lineup and shred the green room on not-a-shortboard? Plus, only barneys longboard at D Street. Plus plus, you should look up all of these surf terms, then think about incorporating them into your own lingo.

      The 10'6” Walden SUP: Perfect for your Uncle Walden -- but only because his favorite movie's Stand Up Paddle Surfing: Hawaiian Style - Vol. 2 and definitely not because of the coincidental name thing -- this floating fortress takes the need to paddle out of the equation, though your unc's lack of shortboard abilities already proves he doesn't really know what'SUP.

      The Body Board: Because you do your best boogie-ing in, and around, your nose, this little guy will keep your niece wildly entertained, as the only thing more horrible than physical exercise is having to actually entertain her yourself.

      Photo by Aaron Chang
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  1. Devilicious-ly good sandwiches
  2. No, the other one
  3. Dating one person is booooring
  4. It's right by the beach, boy
  5. Paddling is for groms