Eat + Drink
Bartenders have been playing around with fresh herbs lately, so I decided to try my hand at it, using basil from my parents garden up in Sonoma, the handle of a wooden spoon as my muddler and some citron vodka as a start. From there, I looked for inspiration on Hangar One’s website, where they have a whole bevy of good cocktail recipes. My final—very popular, I might add—concoction was based on SF bartender David Nepove’s recipe called The Retreat. The only difference is that I only swirled each glass with a good dash of Pernod (the anise-flavor of Pernod perfectly reflects the basil), rather than go for a full ounce. I also added a bit of cointreau to the shaker. If you serve it on the rocks, top with club soda as Nepove does.
It’s no secret that I’m a berry gal—strawberries first, then blueberries, with raspberries and blackberries tying for third. So when I was in Montana last week and saw roadside signs for huckleberry everything—ice cream, pie, pancakes, jam, beer, you name it—I knew I had to try some. Of course, we were in Montana to go backpacking and camping in Glacier National Park, not to go on one of my food-focused benders, so I was more than willing to let the berry thing go. But as it turns out, huckleberry eating was in the cards.
I like this guy’s style. While eating a late-ish dinner at Nopa last week, I noticed this fellow working on his computer in the middle of the restaurant. Though I don’t necessarily approve of working so late, at least he was convivial enough to enjoy one of Nopa’s amazing cocktails while he did it.
The light streamed in the stained glass windows.
Thirsty from a long walk from the Embarcadero, I paid tribute to a Pillar of Wisdom:
Intern Roxanne and Senior Editor Sara Deseran living la vida loca.
photography by Rachel Berg
We San Franciscans are all too familiar with earthquakes. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been following the news about Peru’s 7.9er last week. Recent reports put the death toll at more than 500, with tens of thousands victims left homeless. Tragedies like this often make me feel helpless—what can I do to help people thousands of miles away?