Oh, Alice. It's as if she's suddenly been thrust front and center into the real world—the cruel world that lies past our cozy, often smug 7x7-plus square miles of sustainable bubbliciousness. First there was the 60 Minutes interview where she baked an egg in a wood-fired oven in her kitchen as an example of a quick and easy breakfast that just about anyone could whip up. Of late, there's been the Obama's garden, a victory perhaps for Alice, but not necessarily one's she's going to get credit for. As Maureen Dowd wrote in her pro-Waters op-ed column on Saturday,
How about a little hometown pride for Amoeba and Aquarius Records, two SF institutions that topped SPIN's 15 Best Indie Record Stores in the country list (compiled in honor of Record Store Day last Saturday)? Amoeba took the #1 spot on the list, Aquarius, the #7.
On Aquarius: "It's one of those record stores where you can go in and say, ‘Got anything that sounds like this?' and they'll go ‘Yeah!' and pull something out of the back."
California's Department of Alcoholic Beverage Control (ABC), who make the rules when it comes venues and alcohol in the city, are now targeting the city's all-ages clubs and threatening to shut them down. Bottom of the Hill, Slim's, Cafe Du Nord, Great American Music Hall and even the Fillmore are under fire from ABC for non-compliance with rules that club lawyers say are outside of the scope of written law, what club licenses say, and have nothing to do with safety or alcohol. For example, ABC recently declared that all-ages clubs must sell as much food as they do alcohol. Right, because we've been going to Great American for the food all these years.
Scoring a fresh bag today doesn’t have to involve a semi-late-afternoon drum circle on Hippie Hill. Instead, we’re lit up over the cute-as-can-be pebble print Kaori bag, new out this month from Flowie.
Redwood City-based designer Yaling Hou landed upon the cotton twill bag’s shape after seeing a photograph of her niece, who lives in Japan, wearing a traditional kimono with an obi belt.
“I named it after her. She’s a really girlie girl. It’s inspired by the kimono she wore and also her personality,” Hou says.
Every June, we put out our "Best Of" issue. This year, we want you to get involved. So from now until the end of April, we'll be posting a series of questions about San Francisco. Jump into the fray, and your writeup could be featured in the issue.
Let us know which tattoo artist you'd give your right arm for.
10 a.m. on day four of PBFW is a brutal time for demo, but a hung over Jamie Lauren and Stefan Richter rallied to the occasion (with the help of a bottle of wine and some Journey tunes) and cooked up an asparagus salad and a chocolate mousse. Of course, the majority of the audience could care less about the cooking—it was Top Chef unplugged time, a chance to experience Stefan’s unrequited love for Jamie first hand. The Top Chefs entreated (Jamie: “Everyone knows we’re in love and are having babies, right?” Stefan: “Jamie, you called me at 8:30 to wake me up? No, I turned over at 8:30 to wake you up”), even going through a fake marriage ceremony, administered by Food & Wine editor Gail Simmons.
Did we mention this whole thing is positioned as a NorCal v. SoCal showdown? Well, Ted Allen said it again during the Michelin Stars of Los Angeles dinner last night, rallying the audience to rate the dishes and proclaim a winner via Twitter. (After giving an amusing ode to the “red teeth-ed girls” of the festival.)
Day three at Pebble Beach Food & Wine, picking up where Jessica left off at the afternoon cooking demo with Boulevard’s Nancy Oakes and Pamela Mazzola. The scene was certainly no Thomas Keller Jesus-fest, but Oakes’ fan base is a slightly different breed. She certainly commands the respect of a room (albeit a post-spa, wine-hazed one), especially when she cooks up an extremely complicated seared abalone with a slow cooked farm egg, a dish she admitted “was not necessarily to be tried at home.” It required a $900 “circulated egg” machine, a lab apparatus that keeps the egg yolk runny while cooking the white. Intense.
There is nothing truly surprising in The Black Balloon, only affecting riffs on a familiar story.Thomas (Rhys Wakefield) is a typical teenager, handsome, shy around girls, and innocent enough that a peck on the cheek packs the power of a defining moment. His father (Erik Thomson) is a military man, cheerfully gruff but no rigid taskmaster. His very pregnant mother (Toni Collette), though immobilized by her globe-shaped belly, remains the doting queen of the household. And his brother Charlie (Luke Ford) is autistic.
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