Last month, a hotshot New York chef said something about figs on a plate and San Francisco, and our local foodies shat themselves. It was awful. It was beautiful. It gave us something to talk about. Today, that same hotshot comes to the city to promote his new book, and people are breathless. Will some halfwit serve him a platter of figs? Probably. Will someone else just glare at him from across the street, chain-smoking, dressed as a huge fig? We hope so. But... More >>>