Eat + Drink
Happy Year of the Rat!
Check out these 7 things—all happening this week.
1. You calling me fat?: Fat Tuesday’s today, so join in the debauchery at Townhall and then plan your 40 days of meat-free living. For inspiration, check out Millennium’s Eric Tucker, who’s doing a cooking demo and signing his latest book The Artful Vegan on Saturday at 11:15 a .m. at the Ferry Building Marketplace.
One thing I love about Neyah White's operation at NOPA is the care and attention he pays to the less heralded aspects of cocktail craft. Sure he cares about the base spirits, fresh fruit juices, and interesting herbs and spices. But the things most loves seem to be the liqueurs, bitters and tinctures that don't get all the same attention. Most of them he makes by himself, which is why it was a treat to get a tour of his own personal cellar space in NOPA's cramped store room, where his magical infusions and marinations all happen.
Had a chance to stop by and see the new culinary team at Fish and Farm, Charlie Kleinman and Jake Des Voignes. You might remember that these two were the old culinary team that cooked a memorable meal last year back at the Fifth Floor. I was glad to see that the two had returned with such flair at a small downtown restaurant that bustles with an animated energy, yet preserves a sense of intimacy and discretion.
I found this bottle of Capt'n Eli's Root Beer at Faletti's and, since I'd never heard of it, snapped it up and took it home to try. I certainly loved the maritime label of the kid rowing with the parrot on his shoulder, and it makes sense knowing that the producer is in Portland, Maine (a very fine town) and called Shipyard Brewing Co.
Sean O'Brien joins the boys club.
I don’t want to say when Food & Wine magazine puts you on the cover for its "Best New Chefs" issue, you’re golden—but it sure seems like it. Past SF-based BNCs include Delfina’s Craig Stoll, Cyrus’s Douglas Keane, the Ritz-Carlton’s Ron Siegel, Jardinière’s Traci Des Jardins and Spruce’s Mark Sullivan (for his food at the Village Pub). Hardly a motley crew.
At my friend's Superbowl party yesterday, the spread could not have been more classic—chips, guacamole, 7-layer dip, homemade wings and someone brought a tray of sushi that went mostly uneaten. The drinks were, as another friend likes to call them "macrobrews," though, like my beloved Pacifico and that macro masquerading as a micro, Sam Adams. This photo was taken, that's right, deep into the fourth quarter, as the Superbowl party is the year's first opportunity to excuse one's self from new year's dieting plans and eat carcinogenic snacks.
A really bad photo of a pretty cool custom cookbook.
When I was growing up, dinnertime in my family usually began with my mother sitting on the floor, sifting through piles of recipes, all clipped from magazines or handwritten, and tossed into the recipe drawer. Today, the drawer is no longer and mom is more often on Epicurious, looking up four-fork recipes. Ask her to give you the recipe for something delicious that she made once and it will inevitably entail a frantic internet search.
What I like about the others, actually, is that they say something about the product (how it’s made, how lagers differ from ales and are harder to make … etc.) rather than just being silly (waazzzzupppp! -- which was funny the first five or six times).
Visitors to my apartment will attest that I am completely obsessed with magazines. An impressive stack sits beside my bed and several more act as side tables in my living room. Despite what they say about how the “interweb” is going to gradually replace print media, there’s nothing quite as satisfying as actually holding a book or magazine in your hand—you can’t really take your laptop to the beach, or curl up with it in bed. (Well, maybe you can…but you really shouldn’t.)