Eat + Drink
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."
Referred to in certain circles - circles that don't seem to operate under the standard practice of using given names - as That Bar With The Chihuahuas, the Latin American Club is the de facto national gallery for small dogs. Oversize canvases featuring pint-size canines with Napoleon complexes and ears like slices of pizza line one infamous wall. Drink enough tequila and they may even bark for you. (Just sayin'.)
If you step into any liquor store worth its salt looking for a good bourbon, you'll likely be confronted by more choices than you'll know what to do with. To help you narrow it down to the good stuff, Liquor.com enlisted Knob Creek's whiskey professor Bernie Lubbers to create a bourbon cheat sheet. It's a run down of different bourbon styles like traditional bourbon recipes, high-rye recipes, and traditional wheat recipes. Conquer bourbon once and for all.
We know you have an opinion. We know you care. Starting today, there are only seven more days to vote for your favorite restaurants in town. This is your chance to really make your voice heard. Get into the competitive spirit! We need you to: Rep! Pre! Sent! (Ok, that's as much cheerleader enthusiasm as my jaded editor self can muster.)