We’ve been quietly cheering along Mission Pie since they first opened, because it’s precisely the kind of feel-good food business we like to see popping up in our neighborhoods (rather than, say, another Subway). So we were particularly excited to note that, after many months of construction, including the beloved San Francisco seismic upgrade, Mission Pie has finally expanded. Now they have a lovely café facing Mission street, with plenty of tables so you can sit and gossip over your slice of plum-frangipane or white peach-blackberry pie.
I’ve been going to Sanraku for a while now. It’s a solid choice when you’re craving sushi and the Sutter Street location happens to be near our office (they also have one in the Metreon, which makes a great pre-flick dinner). The food there is solid, always really nice. Above average certainly, but nothing’s ever taken my breath away.
On Tuesday, June 24 De Beers fine jewelry celebrated the grand opening of its Union Square location with a cocktail fete honoring the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco. Guests sipped cocktails at the De Beers store and mingled with SF glitterati.
On Saturday, June 21, the Bachelors of SF hosted an exclusive event on Alcatraz, complete with music courtesy of A-lister DJ AM. Guests enjoyed a private tour of the rock while raising funds and awareness for the Movember Foundation, an organization devoted to men’s health issues.
People who have followed my work know that I am an unabashed fan of this spirit. It's simply one of the most complex, well-balanced, vivid and delicious liqueurs to have come around in generations. And I haven't really found anyone who disagrees with me. So the quality of the spirit is not really at issue.
But I have to ask you: What do you think of this bottle?
It’s hard to keep up, that’s for sure. The perennial San Francisco chef-shuffle is a source of both amusement and aggravation for me, keeping me perpetually on my toes. Who, after all, wants to be the last to know? So it’s always nice when a bit of information lands in my lap, as was the case today. My editorial assistant had just finished fact-checking a bunch of our restaurant listings (like painting the Golden Gate Bridge, this is a never-ending task—you complete it, only to begin again) and dropped the sheaf of papers on my desk, noting casually, “Oh, by the way, Joel Huff is leaving Silks. But you knew that, right?” Uh…no!