"There is no soul food in San Francisco." The declarative sentence, crisp, flat, and final, was uttered with no little satisfaction by my friend and fellow omnivore Jesse, whose roots and taste buds are steeped in the rich red earth of Georgia and whose feelings for his homeland's victuals are affectionate and uncompromising. After two decades in the sultry languor of Fayetteville, Jesse followed the lead of many another Southerner and lit out for the territory -- San... More >>>