Sunday, May 21, 2006

Worst essay about an awesome steakhouse

It's not like I've come to expect great writing from the San Francisco Chronicle. But this extended Sunday riff on Harris Ranch -- a big meat oasis on I-5 halfway between Frisco and Los Angeles -- smells about as bad as the Coalinga feedlots.

It's also not like I enjoy taking potshots at local writers, but this is just so bad I can't resist. Forget the pseudo-literary crap, Mr. Taylor: At Harris Ranch, it's all about the meat, baby.

And you, fellow traveler -- if you're hitting that north-south California artery, be sure to stop in at Harris Ranch for the finest meal you'll find in those parts. It's a TDA tradition, and one that will leave you feeling fine.

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