Eat + Drink
Restaurants come and go, chefs change (and signature dishes suffer the consequence) and bartenders move around like musical bar stools, but The Big Eat SF—100 Things to Eat & Drink Before You Die—must go on! We're ramping up for our February food issue upon when the reconsidered and revitalized Big Eat 2010 will be released.
Whenever I visit wineries and wine warehouses, I find it impossible not to marvel at the skill of the forklift drivers. Have you ever noticed the same thing? For one, they have to manouver around in tight spaces. (I have trouble simply backing up a car on a straight line.) Two, they are lifting and carefully placing incredibly heavy loads (cases, full barrels) on top of stacks or barrel racks sometimes 30 feet high. One slight error in judgement and it could mean losses of thousands of dollars worth of wine or, even worse, death to the driver.
The woman merging serious culinary chops and neighborhood charm.
While we're all anxiously awaiting the opening of Martin Cate's new Tiki shrine (an announcement about the imminent opening is due, Cate tells me, next week), we can perhaps get a preview of what's to come at an unlikely place. Next Monday, the 9th, Jardinère, bastion of fine dining in the Symphony District (SyDi?), is putting on its grass skirt and putting Cate behind the stick as guest bartender. Cate says he will be making “three typically obscure and esoteric vintage tropical drinks that will be magically delicious!”
As interesting as Cate's drinks, perhaps, will be the food to go with it. Tiki cuisine has never been exactly exalted in gastronomic circles, so it will be interesting to see what Jardinère's accomplished kitchen team can do with it in a prix-fixe format.
If Ironside was a girlfriend, she'd be the kind that you really like a lot, that you enjoy spending time with, but who you aren't sure you are going to marry. Ironside is a good-time girl, and sometimes a good-time girl is exactly what you need. The month-old restaurant, opened by the owners of District around the corner, have created a place that speaks to these times. It's casual, it's affordable, it doesn't take itself too seriously, and the eclectic menu has a more refined version of the something-for-everything ethos.
Even though the Bay Bridge continues to be an apocalypse zone, it's nonetheless a lovely Friday in the city, which means time for the Eater Wrap, the weekly recap from Eater SF on all the crucial happenings in and around the local restaurant scene. All the cool kids are reading it.
1) Just like that (poof!), the Chevy's in the Embarcadero Center went away after 20 years. But don't cry because it's gone; be happy it ever existed.
Yesterday I spent the morning calling around to my doctor and every Walgreens, Costco and Long's Drugs within easy access of my house. I was looking, of course, for the illusive seasonal flu shot, which due to all the strident warnings from every major media outlet to GET YOUR SHOT, is now nearly impossible to get in San Francisco. If someone decided to start a black market flu shot trade, he or she would have a tidy little business. Just saying. But today, between washing my hands every ten minutes and admonishing sick coworkers for coming to the office, I turned my attention to another shortage: The Great Pumpkin Shortage of Halloween 2009.
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