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Fry Me a River (of Smelts)

Here are the things I dig about the new Bossa Nova on Eighth Street in SoMa.

1.    The supercool website, which will make you want to book a flight to Rio in about two minutes flat.
2.    The live music every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, courtesy of Brazilian hottie Antonio Guedes.
3.    The $7 caipirinhas, especially the classic.


Bossa Nova's fried smelts + caipirinhas.

Feeling Crabby


Photograph by Stefanie Michejda

I Heart NY

Just got back from visiting my brother, Travis, in New York. He lives in the East Village and so I stick with the West Village, Soho, Nolita, Lower East Side circuit, rarely even getting on a train. There’s really too much to love in that city, but I'm always glad to be back home.

Day #1: Met friends at Kuma Inn for dinner. A little upstairs place in the Lower East Side. Asiany, tapasy, dark and nooky. Overall the food was ok, but the Chinese sausage with sticky rice was great. Very LES BYOB, a nice change from SF WBTG (wine by the glass).



Making candy at Papabubble.

Cocktails with Camper

At the Macallan dinner (the name of the house is actually The Macallan, so perhaps that should be “the The Macallan” dinner, I was seated next to San Francisco’s most dogged cocktail blogger and freelance journalist, Camper English. After dinner, I had plans to make some rounds and convinced young English to come along. We caught a cab and flew down to St. Marks, and the unlikely cocktail bar, PDT.


Jim Meehan behind the bar

How Sweet It Is



It’d been three years since I last had brunch at Slow Club (and wrote about it for SF Station), which makes me feel old because I remember that meal like it was yesterday. So I was happy to go back yesterday and be reassured that—even with a chef change and a few years in between—the food remains as good as ever.

A Bite of the Big Apple

Last week, I had an opportunity to do some reconnaissance on the New York bar scene, which is often held up with London as the best in the world with San Francisco generally considered to be tightly nipping at their heels.


Yoshi’s, The Countdown



With an opening date firmly set for November 28, the folks over at the soon-to-open Yoshi’s in the Western Addition might be sweating bullets (the main staircase remains suspended and doorways are just going up—you get the picture). At 29,000 square feet, the space is ginormous and will accommodate just about every dining permutation you can dream up—bar, bar/lounge, mezzanine, dining room, private dining … you name it. Between the dining room, lounges and bars, there are more than 400 seats, and the jazz club seats about 400, too. Massive!

Life in the Meatropolis

We just put the finishing touches on our December/January issue (well, actually, we’re still in the final throes—our executive editor just passed around the cover for our review). For the upcoming food feature, Sara Deseran and our former intrepid intern, Roxanne, dug deep into the world of meat, researching charcuterie at restaurants all over town. Our definitive guide demystifies the offerings—a good read, to be sure. In the meantime, I’ve been researching a story about steakhouses for our cityguide, a purse-sized bi-annual guide with comprehensive listings on where to shop, eat, drink and play. In other words, things have been a bit protein heavy over here.

A Lone Voice of Creamy Dissent

Here’s a sight that epitomizes the San Francisco version of a Saturday night dinner party—dessert at my house last Saturday night.



It doesn’t get much better than five flavors of Bi-Rite Creamery ice cream, plus fresh berries. But let’s talk about those five flavors for a second: Coffee Toffee, Butter Pecan, Mint Chocolate Chip, Cookies ’n’ Cream and Salted Caramel.
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