As a Korean-American foodie who resides in West Oakland, I’m lucky that there’s a slew of fine eateries not too far from our home all along Telegraph Avenue in Temescal.
The Brick Hut was a place for us all to create a space in the world
where we could be our complete selves.
The food was the community, the edible fare was our way of bringing it
all together, with love.
The Brick Hut Cafe was a haven for lesbians and gay men, an information center for LGBT activists, an anchor for a diverse community that included working girls, bad-boys, suburban queens, transmen and transwomen. We were the Dyke Diner: the Lesbian Luncheonette: the Chick Hut: the Brick Hug.
Power couple Chloé Harris and Frankie Frankeny are well known in the LGBT and creative worlds. Harris is the managing editor of StyleBistro.com and a writer whose work has appeared in numerous publications. Frankie Frankeny is a photographer and film director who has worked in the fields of fashion, lifestyle and food. Frankeny shared their favorite San Francisco food spots for Date Night, Weekend Brunch, Wine Country Eats, Mom & Pop Joints, and Grocery Shopping.
Yes, Swish Steak.
Among my cookbooks, there is a recent acquisition I consider to be the jewel in my crown– a must-have for anyone who fancies herself (or, of course, himself) Queen of the Kitchen: The Gay Cookbook by Chef Lou Rand Hogan* (Sherbourne Press, 1965).
The Gay Cookbook: “the complete compendium of campy cuisine and menus for men… or what have you” was first brought to my attention by Celia Sacks of Omnivore Books on Food, who had a copy proudly displayed in her store window the last time I visited. She always seems to know what will pique my interest.
In case you’ve been living in a well-stocked bomb shelter for the past few weeks, you’ve most likely heard that the California Supreme Court voted 4-3 to legalize same-sex marriages. Well, hooray and all that, but it’s got me a bit troubled. I’m not so much bothered about those clowns at Save California and their […]
A few weeks ago, I was watching To Be or Not To Be at a friend’s house where, after the film, I wandered into the kitchen to help myself to a glass of water. As I was drinking, I spied an oddly-titled book on the kitchen table– Muscle Chow. I picked it up and began […]