Eat + Drink
Every week, Lulu Meyer gives us the scoop on the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market.
Thirsty for a refreshing cocktail and some mixology knowledge? If the name Stephen Price doesn’t ring a bell, it will the next time you crave the Tom Collins’ combination of English gin, lemon juice and iced soda water. Our friends at Liquor.com give us the recipe and story behind the traditional summertime favorite.
Traditional Tom Collins
Contributed by David Wondrich
With soccer filling the airwaves, many bars and restaurants are offering special deals to lure in World Cup fans. Here are a few of our favorites.
Anti-France Whiskey at Kezar Pub: The good folks at Kezar Pub (who will be open at 4:30 am for all the morning games) are putting their money where their Gallic loathing is: any time a team scores against France in a Cup game, a round of Irish whiskey shots is on them. Zidane, what have you wrought? Kezar Pub and Restaurant, 770 Stanyan St. at Waller, Upper Haight.
Things are looking rosé at Piccino
A Sunday afternoon rosé tasting ought to appeal to a San Franciscan, if only as a reminder of what season we are, in fact, in (answer: summer). And if grenache, syrah, mourvèdre, cinsault, pinot noir, and cabernet franc mean anything to you, then we’re guessing the charms of this tasting extend well beyond that happy reminder. Head over to Piccino Café in Dogpatch this Sunday from noon until 5:00 p.m. for pink wine, accompanied by thin crust pizzas, salads and a few special dishes.
D.I.Y. Italian Liqueur
Fine, the gallery at Foreign Cinema isn't precisely a bar, despite the suspiciously bar-like counter in the corner. Laszlo, the official watering-hole, boasts weird art as well - a skull swinging morbidly from the ceiling, skateboards pasted to the wall, et cetera.
But while a dangling skull conjures up warm and fuzzy images of Yorick or the Grateful Dead, it doesn't have the same Dali-smooshed-with-Picasso-on-the-cover-of-The-New-Yorker aesthetic that marks Alex Nichols' canvas-on-wood concoctions.
I love finding things like this. Yesterday, on the RichmondSF blog, a post went up announcing yet another house party organized around our Big Eat. This time it's a fundraiser for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
I'm not sure, however, that there will be as many parties organized around the upcoming Big Sweet (we've decided to save it for the launch of our August food issue so you're going to have to wait a few weeks more). If anyone does try to host a party around this, I'd recommend donations to a diabetes research foundation.
Now that we're in the thick of summer I'm doing what I always do when the weather turns warm: eating ice cream nearly every single day. I know that health-wise this probably isn't the best move, but with only a finite number of sunny days to mess around with, I try and cram my annual allottment into a few short months (oddly, Boston is the top ice cream consuming city in the whole country, despite the 9 months of winter).
I honestly didn't think more could be written about coffee. But lo, here comes an article from Jeffrey Steingarten, esteemed Vogue food writer. For jaded San Francisco bean-addicts, raised on Ritual, finished on Blue Bottle and turned out to pasture with Verve and Ecco, I'm not sure that Mr. Steingarten's story (which is available only in the June print issue) adds a whole lot to the discourse, but it does set the record straight for East coasters, particularly a special breed of New Yorkers who believe they stand firmly at the center of the universe. But you don't have to take my word for it—here, a quote from the story:
"New York City is slowly catching up with San Francisco, where, it pains me to admit, the brewed-coffee revolution probably got its start."