Eat + Drink
It's a new year and a new decade, but the Eater Wrap is back in full force to bring you the week's most notable restaurant stories from Eater SF. This week's buzz centered around the rash of closures that descended upon the city, but as always, there's plenty of other whimsy, wonderful and juicy news too. Buckle up.
Calling all diners, cooks, servers and chefs: The February Food Issue is approaching and for a little visual drum-roll, we invite you to give us a peak into one night in SF’s restaurant world. Whether you're slurping up ramen noodles in Japantown, cooking on the line at a four-star restaurant downtown or serving a bevy of tourists at Fisherman's Wharf, we want to see it. So go ahead and shoot.
Date: Friday, January 15, 2010
Time: 8 pm, sharp
Location: Any restaurant in San Francisco
It's happened too many times to remember, and the disappointment is always piercing, but you learn to move on. A bottle of wine--a special one, maybe it's very old, maybe you carried it back in your suitcase from France, maybe it's very expensive. You save it for a special occasion. You dust it off and present it to your guests. You remove the foil, savoring every moment of the process, licking your lips in anticipation. And then you pop the cork and get a whiff. Damn, it's corked. Nothing you can do about it. Have to move on.
No longer in a pre- or post-holiday stupor, we finally feel we've got the clarity to reflect on a year of eating. It took some sifting through our notebooks, some brain jogging, some staring off into space: And then it all came back to us with the shocking clarity that only memories of delicious meals can conjur up. Some of these dishes are from new restaurants, and some from old favorites. Either way, they all defined a moment.
JESSICA'S TOP 10
A Serious Pounding
If you were too, uh, under the weather to make New Year’s resolutions on January 1, you’ll have a second chance at the Japanese new year Mochitsuki celebration at the Asian Art Museum on January 9. From noon to 1 p.m., watch traditionally costumed mochi pounders at work, transforming glutinous rice into sticky-sweet balls of goodness. From 1 until 4 p.m. you can try your hand at the pounding while enjoying live music and dance, then pull a fortune for the upcoming year. The event is free with museum admission; admission for children under 12 is free.
Just in time for our holiday-overeating guilt to set in, Food Rules, Michael Pollan's latest, has been released. The sliver of a book is based on his mantra: Eat food. Mostly plants. But not much. And divided into the three categories of 64 rules—rules, that for many of us in SF, can seem commonplace: #15: Get out of the supermarket whenever you can. #25: Eat your colors. #30: Eat well-grown food From healthy soil. #51: Spend as much time enjoying the meal as it took to prepare it. Each rule has a little paragraph of explanation but not much else.
The big games in the waning days of football season are coming up, college basketball is revving up, and baseball is just around the corner. But no matter the sport the markup on beer at stadiums is criminal, and any (not mention anything decent) booze is hard to come by or completely unavailable.
If you're going to the game—I must confess I was lucky enough to get a ticket through a friend to Thursday night's BCS Championship in Pasadena; go Longhorns!—here are some diabolical strategies to help you sneak in your own drink and avoid getting that expensive flask confiscated or being humiliated at the gate when they take away your beer.