Eat + Drink
As luck would have it, Danny Meyer’s plane sailed into SF yesterday morning right like clockwork, giving him just enough time to grab an early lunch with me at Piccino before he was off to give a talk at the California Culinary Academy’s swanky new pad in Potrero Hill. (The lecture, Obama-esque in Meyer’s very earnest yes-we-can attitude, was all about giving the love back to your diners by way of excellent hospitality—not just sending them off with tomorrow-morning’s coffee cake.)
Josey Packard over at the Alembic is doing some very interesting stuff, and she was kind enough to show much of it to me on a busy Saturday afternoon. Her limoncello, triple sec (punningly called Con-treaux)
This is the Persuasion, as concocted by Michael Mina bartender Borys Saciuk: a fine, long drink made with Hendrick's gin, yellow Chartreuse, cherry Heering, Luxardo Maraschino, lemon juice and soda water. All the ingredients clearly speak in this drink, and it’s a nice balancing act between sweet and dry, though ultimately the dry aspect is dominant. I likes it with the extra squeeze of lemon from the garnish. $16 is steep, but, hey, it's Michael Mina.
Okay, don't hate me. As a member of the wine press, I have to do a lot of odious things: taste vile boxed wines, write tasting notes about wines I don't like, cut my fingers while removing the foil of Champagne bottles and search endlessly for shops that sell the wines I really want to write about. [Ed.: Life’s tough, Mackay.] So it's only fair that once in a while I get to do something fun.
1. Celebrating the Sourpuss
Yuzus, kishus, and mandarinquats—oh my! With winter well underway, so is citrus season. Make reservations for Manresa’s Citrus Modernista Dinner on Tuesday, February 26 for a multi-course meal ($140 pp) featuring the bounty of the restaurant’s garden in the Santa Cruz Mountains.
2. Choc it Up
Be mine: Charles Chocolates Triple
I’m not a romantic, at least in the conventional sense. Valentine’s Day? Whatever.
My apathy is a good thing, though. It serves me well when the romantic forecast is cloudy and gray.
I'm similarly indifferent about the two things that come with February 14: red roses and chocolate. Give me dahlias, tulips or ranunculus; coconut, lemon or caramel. I've learned to steer clear of this conversation in the company of other women, though. Just saying no to chocolate is like an affront to the sisterhood.