For a relatively sleepy place, SLO has a lot of neon glow. This realization dawns on me somewhere between 11 p.m. and 4 a.m., while in search of nocturnal flavor in May. It’s not just the regular suspects that burn into my retina: OPEN. CLOSED. COLD BEER. VACANCY. It’s in the luminous, orange-and-blue brilliance of […]
