Eat + Drink
It's Bastille Day! Got your freedom fries?
We here in San Francisco might not like France and the French quite as much as we like Italy and the Italians (at least, judging by our restaurant predilictions), but we still seem to have a bit of a love-affair with the country and, particularly, with its food. Today is Bastille Day (quick history lesson: this is the day that the French people stormed the Bastille prison, marking the beginning of the French Revolution). Here in the states (and probably in , too) the day may be celebrated, but it's watered down to be a day of feasting, picnicking and drinking rosé.
I mean, they were huge and, as if I needed it, I was given the fattest one, which you see here dwarfing an ear of corn (and, no, that's not a baby corn--it's normal sized). Needless to say, I could only eat about a third of it.
Jessica and I just finished the August food issue (which, for the record, rocks—you have a lot to look forward to). But for now, we're fried. See you on Monday. We'll be back, as fresh as some gem lettuce just plucked from the earth at County Line.
1. V is for victory
With Slow Food Nation fast approaching, it’s time to get your feet wet with a couple of preliminary Slow events—the first among them being the Victory Garden Celebration Dinner at Acme Chophouse. On July 12, following the planting ceremony of the Victory Garden in Gavin’s backyard, head to Acme for hors d’oeuvres, cocktails and a silent auction, followed by a three-course family-style meal prepared by chef Thom Fox. For tickets, click here.
Agretti from Star Route Farms (photo by Stefanie Michejda)
Magazines are often one big coolhunt. Unlike the editors at Vogue—hot on the topic of motorcycle boots—my radar is more attuned to things like new menu ingredients. But just like fashion looks over its shoulder for inspiration (grunge is back, for the record), so does food—just usually a little farther back than the mid ’80s.
In the spirit of Independence Day, I want to remind you of a incredibly simple, delicious and often forgotten cocktail with a patriotic name: the Americano. Now, it's not so much a Born-in-the-USA kind of thing, as it doesn't actually use any American ingredients. Rather, it's Italian in conception and components, joining equal parts Campari and sweet vermouth. Originally, the drink was known as the Milano-Torino, since Campari is from the former and Cinzano vermouth is from the latter. But it got renamed when locals noticed that visiting Americans seemed particularly smitten by the cocktail.