Spice girl: We swore we caught a big, spicy whiff of Indian Bento over the weekend, via a yellow Mini Cooper (driven by a woman named Pashmina) making home deliveries of disposable (okay, reusable) containers filled with stuff like organic spicy garbanzo curry with stir-fried vegetabes ($11.95). The Rub? You gotta buy five of 'em, minimum. Burrito Justice lets you smell the magic.
I overheard what has to be San Francisco's definition of vegetarian cuisine at Le Central the other day. When the woman at the next table was asked, "What will you have?" she replied, "Nothing that has had a mother." But then we thought again: Willie was at his beloved Le Central, the fusty bistro essentially unchanged since 1974. We're wondering if the squeamish diner wasn't a vegetarian after all, but merely wanted to avoid lunching on a bit of human DNA. What does she know about the cassoulet?