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Ladies (and Gentlemen)-Who-Lunch: At Their Desks

Caramelized Fennel, Baby Artichoke and Goat Cheese Crostata.

I eat a lot of lunches at my desk. It’s the sad reality of the working world in America—no leisurely al fresco lunches, wine glass in hand, few power lunches, two martini style. Instead we have desk lunches, computer lunches, hot soup in mug holder of mini-van lunches.

Crispin Glover Don’t Like Space Travel

… And How Jet-Lagged Time Travelers Address Late Fees

Kickin’ it Old School, ’Cause Summer School Sucks

Cult Pics and Midnight Madness from Across the 8th Dimension

Because the Night

Last week the Westin St. Francis  implemented a really great idea: a more civilized version of happy hour. Just like its predecessors, this happy hour occurs between 5 and 7 p.m. (Tuesdays through Saturdays) and is a good deal for the money. But this one takes place in Caruso’s, the St. Francis’ refined lobby bar, instead of a noisy pub, and features delicate amuses-bouche instead of buffalo wings—plus a touch of wine education.

Viva The Shins

photography by Misha Vladimirskiy 

Portland-based indie-psychedelic-pop rockers Viva Voce opened for The Shins at the Warfield last week. According to Pitchfork, The Shins' latest album "Wincing the Night Away is a lovely and well-executed album and—for the first time in the band's career—nothing more."


SFMOMA Party on Nob Hill

SFMOMA's Contemporary Extension hosted a private reception for a select group of young art patrons as a warm-up to The Modern Ball, set for May 2, at The Fairmont Hotel's penthouse suite.


photography by Misha Vladimirskiy 

L.A.-based indie band Silversun Pickups rocked out at The Independent with Sea Wolf, whose debut EP is due out next month; both groups are on the Dangerbird Records label. SSPU is playing the Empire Polo Field at blowout music fest Coachella, and will then continue on tour through the U.S. and across the Atlantic to the U.K.


Cracking Up

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.
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