During 120 years of community service in Hillcrest, Scripps Mercy Hospital has changed its name and location, but never its commitment
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Sign up for our eNewsletterDuring 120 years of community service in Hillcrest, Scripps Mercy Hospital has changed its name and location, but never its commitment
San Diego natives Kevin Ho and Juan Miron are taking it to the streets with the sort of farm-to-table fare you would not expect from a food truck. Of course, MIHO Gastrotruck is far from the stereotypical roach coach.
The call came on a Tuesday at 6:15 p.m.
Todd Worthington, manager of the U.S. Bank branch in North Park, was rushing out his office door to a couple of appointments. But when he saw Jeannelle Bitterlin’s number pop up on his cell phone, he answered
At 3343 Adams Avenue, next to the Normal Heights welcome sign, is a coffeehouse adorned with gargoyles and a door that never closes. In fact, John Husler and Jamie Gerkowski, the owners of Lestat’s Coffee House, probably couldn’t lock up even if they wanted to
Although Paris, Milan, London, New York City and Los Angeles are widely considered the “couture capitals,” San Diego has its own share of fashionable denizens, prominent designers, boutiques – and even the ability to stage its own New York City-style fashion shows for both women and men.
Nini Minovi’s enthusiasm is contagious as she describes the day she began her “love affair with a building” – the newly refurbished Cosmopolitan Hotel in Old Town State Historic Park
Independent nurseries rarely stay open long, but Mission Hills Nursery reached its centennial this year. Set on the corner of Fort Stockton and Randolph streets, the nursery’s simple fence covered with perennial morning glory holds up a banner proudly proclaiming their 100 years in operation. Otherwise, the nursery blends unobtrusively into the eclectic neighborhood.
A $4 million refurbishment of the historic Lafayette Hotel in North Park began last week and is expected to conclude by the end of the year
Back in the ’80s and ’90s, I went to probably more than my fair share of concerts. In 1984 at Loverboy and Joan Jett & the Blackhearts in Dayton, Ohio, my teen friends and I were subject to sweltering heat and pressing crowds due to “festival seating” inside Hara Arena (even though the Who concert tragedy had happened just a few years earlier down the road in Cincinnati, the lesson clearly hadn’t been learned). In 1990 I was at a rainy Elton John show in Indianapolis that resulted in mudslides and bedlam. More recently in May 2008, I missed half of Elvis Costello’s set waiting in disorganized traffic outside Cricket Amphitheatre in South Bay
A local entrepreneur is rolling out a new low-cost, social media-friendly shuttle service to better link some Uptown neighborhoods