After laying low for a year or so, the overbite Rad Dog has returned to dish out some ever-necessary dinner recommendations.  This time?  In the Dolores Park portapotties, generally the last place I want to be while thinking about what's for dinner (although the floor of the thing looked a whole lot like a slice of Escape).

On a related note, it seems like the city in going into the portapotties with steel wool or something and scrapping tags off the plastic walls, which has to be one of the gnarliest jobs left in the city.