This week's Tourist Trapped came about due to sad circumstances. I was at a funeral with a bunch of folks from high school. And for my friend Dan's last night in San Francisco, we decided to head to The House of Prime Rib for Sunday dinner.
My take-away from that dinner, other than the fact that people I never spoke to in high school turned out to be hilarious and fun dining companions 15 years later, is that the House of Prime Rib is fucking fabulous. The next time I feel like sitting at a bar and making friends?
HOPR. No question.
It's up now, on SFGate...
and yeah. willie brown was there...
