Let's get real about San Diego restaurants: they can be a pain. If you're feelin' fancy enough to try a nicer place: a man in suspenders hands you a chalkboard with that day's seasonal, hyper-local rabbit food options, and it ends up costing you an arm and a leg. If you don't feel like going bankrupt for artisanal cabbage, your other options are greasy, hole-in-the-wall Mexican joints. Now, don't get me wrong: I love a good burrito, but when it's date night, you don't want the morning after to require Pepto Bismol.
