<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
		>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: Fiesta del Marvelous</title>
	<atom:link href="http://marriedwithdinner.com/2006/08/05/fiesta-del-marvelous/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://marriedwithdinner.com/2006/08/05/fiesta-del-marvelous/</link>
	<description>The continuing adventures of a couple of San Francisco food dorks</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 05:39:15 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0</generator>
	<item>
		<title>By: Our lady of cheesy goodness &#171; Confessions of a Locavore</title>
		<link>http://marriedwithdinner.com/2006/08/05/fiesta-del-marvelous/comment-page-1/#comment-88822</link>
		<dc:creator>Our lady of cheesy goodness &#171; Confessions of a Locavore</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 17:45:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://marriedwithdinner.com/?p=66#comment-88822</guid>
		<description>[...] I&#8217;ve been known to plan my weekly menus (not to mention my Southland pilgrimages)  around the days that my favorite south-of-the-border haunts are open. The first place I head when I&#8217;ve had a bad day at the office is Lisa&#8217;s, a Daly City joint that looks like a biker bar from the outside, but serves up some of the most-L.A.-like combination plates this side of the Grapevine. And Cameron knows that if he wants to bribe me to come down to the peninsula, the three magic words I really want to hear are  &#8220;Fiesta del Mar&#8220;. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] I&#8217;ve been known to plan my weekly menus (not to mention my Southland pilgrimages)  around the days that my favorite south-of-the-border haunts are open. The first place I head when I&#8217;ve had a bad day at the office is Lisa&#8217;s, a Daly City joint that looks like a biker bar from the outside, but serves up some of the most-L.A.-like combination plates this side of the Grapevine. And Cameron knows that if he wants to bribe me to come down to the peninsula, the three magic words I really want to hear are  &#8220;Fiesta del Mar&#8220;. [...]</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>
