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The reason for the season: Dungeness Crab

I feel like I’m two-timing on my East coast roots by admitting what I’m about to admit, but here goes: I think I might like Dungeness crab more than lobster. There. I’ve said it. Don’t get me wrong—I’ll always have a special place in my heart for a Maine lobster roll (see our May issue for more details on the closest approximation I’ve found within the city limits)—but I am head over heels for our local crab.

Melissa's Playlist 04.25.07


courtesy of Lily Allen


Due to copyright issues some songs on this playlist may be reduced to 30-second samples. For the full-length tracks check out our 7x7 imeem page.

London Calling (Part 2)

I know it’s my job, but I’m more than just a bit San Francisco-centric when it comes to food. I have this horribly snobby attitude that no one can hold a candle to us when it comes to our pristine little scene, from the restaurants to the markets—and certainly to the produce (which I still think ranks second to none).

Well, my trip to London (see previous blog) proved me wrong on many counts. Here’s just a smattering of moments where London definitely “bit its thumb” at me (to quote Shakespeare like a dork).

1. The amazing butcher shops: Seeing rows of pork loin chops wrapped in like an inch of their own beautiful, white fat? I can never go back.

Merry Lynch

Just got the news that last week Berkeley Wine importer, merchant and living legend Kermit Lynch was bestowed with the Chevalier of the Legion of Honor, one of the highest awards given by the French government. If you've read his Adventures on the Wine Trail, one of the most inspiring wine books ever written, you'd know that Lynch is a true rock star of wine. But this award puts him in the company of the likes of Duke Ellington, Clint Eastwood and Julia Child.

Spinsters Soiree

photography by Heather Wiley for Drew Altizer

The Spinsters of San Francisco threw its annual charity event, the Patron's Reception, at Mercedes-Benz of SF. More than 400 attendees joined in the night's festivities and raised $26,000-plus for R.O.C.K. (Real Options for City Kids).

A Tasty Taste 2007

I can't say "no" to food, cocktails, art and music, even on a drizzly, chilly Thursday night; so last week I joined crowds of art-and-food lovers at Taste 2007, a fundraising event at Root Division. With eight popular local chefs preparing an array of savory treats, local artists displaying their work and a jazz band playing, my senses were abuzz from the moment I walked in.

Here Comes the Suntory



Whiskies of the World took place on two floors. On the ground level was the main tasting hall which involved dozens of tables set up around the perimeter, each manned by a different whisky brand pouring its stuff. It was a great showing, but I just can't deal with the crowds. After fighting through people piled up at each table just to get a pour, actually tasting, concentrating on it and taking a note is not easy to do. Which is why I spent most of my time up on the second floor, where in small meeting rooms, guided tastings and seminars devoted to various brands were running almost full time. 

Kilty Until Proven Innocent

    

The annual Whiskies of the World tasting was last weekend, my first one to attend. This is a pretty big deal, as evidenced by the line of people waiting to get in, which stretched from the Palace Hotel meeting hall where the whiskies were being poured through the lavish main hall of the into the glittering lobby and down another hall. Almost as impressive as the several hundred people who paid over $100 a ticket to taste whiskies was the number of people willing to pay over $100 a ticket to taste whiskies in a kilt.

Brunch in the City


The breakfast of champions at XYZ.

A couple of months ago, some good friends told me that they no longer are willing to wait in line for brunch of the weekends. In a city like San Francisco, that’s tantamount to going cold turkey and resigning yourself to cold cereal at home. At first I thought they were just being a little on the high-maintenance side, but now I’m starting to get it. What broke me down? An hour and a half outside Dottie’s, followed by 45 minutes at Universal Café. My weekend mornings were being spent on line, and I was ready to throw in the towel, too.
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