Eat + Drink
Farina at 10 days.
Most (smart) people wait a good few months before dining at a brand-new restaurant, but not me. I’m always too curious, too impatient and, some might say, too stubborn to follow rules like that. So last Friday night I got one of my favorite friends to meet me for dinner at Farina. It was the restaurant’s 10th night open, but you’d never know it.
Hopfinger vs. Tucker. Where do you put your money?
I’m one of those…how shall I say…opinionated individuals. Even when I’m really trying not to express obvious displeasure or great thrill, I’m an open book. This quality makes me a terrible poker player (4 aces! Whoopie!) but a good source for candid, genuine, often unsolicited, advice and recommendations. Tonight I'm attending an event that is tailor-made for my particular skill set.
Monks are so hot lately—what with the success of that TV show Monk and the film, "Into Great Silence," of the monk's of the Chartreuse monastery (that was so great to see all those fathers in designer cassocks striding down the red carpet at the Oscars right after Brangelina)—that it's hard not to have a craving for a good monk beer.
Nobu-san at work.
One day my friend Jen was walking along Balboa and stumbled upon Tekka—a diamond-in-the-rough, 10-seater izakaya/sushi spot in the Richmond. It’s a true mom-and-pop run by Nobu and Yoshimi, a husband-and-wife team from Japan, and while the rules are extensive, the end result is more than worth it.
Clockwise from top left: Des Jardins, Florence, Bloomfield, Williams-Sonoma founder Chuck Williams (who'll be honored at the dinner), Keller, Falkner, Fox, Cosentino.
I’m a big believer that more is more. Though it’s fun, and often revelatory, to go to a restaurant and enjoy a particular chef’s talents, it’s even more fun to eat your way through an event that combines the efforts of, say, seven of the country’s best chefs.
The cucumber mojito at Farm.
The key to it is not only the cucumber, but the fact that the mixologists dialed back on simple syrup, this reduction of sweetness clarifies the flavors and makes it all the more refreshing.
Joan’s on Third's veggie sandwich.
I sit within an arm’s reach of our arts and entertainment editor, Melissa Goldstein, and she feeds me the latest music—most recently a bunch of local bands that we’re featuring in our upcoming July entertainment issue. Of these, Von Iva is now on heavy Nano rotation. The rocking three-woman, PJ Harvey-esque band, has an upcoming August release, Our Own Island, and the first track, “L.A. L.A.,” has the refrain: