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Eater in the Dark

My mom just started her 43rd year of working at the Library of Congress. Right now she’s the Chief of the Network for the Blind and Physically Handicapped—going on maybe 15 years. I’m so proud of her. What does that have to do with eating and drinking in SF you wonder? Well, on Friday night I attended San Francisco’s first Dining in the Dark event put together by TasteTV and Million Dollar Dinner.


Servers equipped with night-vision goggles

Another Note About Old Wine

Last week, I wrote This is not a Rosé, about the surprising vitality of that 1982 Hitching Post with the bad cork. And I said you can’t always judge a wine’s quality by the color. Well, while we were on the East Coast, we discovered some forgotten bottles of white wine. We thought that there was no chance in hell that a bottle of 1990 Mouton-Cadet blanc (Sauvignon Blanc and Semillon) and 1994 Georges Duboeuf Viognier, both from France could be good … and this time, we were right.

 

My Summer Vacation

What did I do during my summer vacation? I looked for interesting things to drink, of course. 
For the record, it wasn’t really vacation. It was a day in NYC and a few more days visiting my wife’s family at their summer retreat in western Massachusetts. But traveling is a most exciting way to explore the world of drinking and eating, and I found a few notable things.


RIP Michael Jackson


Michael Jackson, the beer hunter—not the pop star

Having just returned from a short jaunt to the east coast, it’s necessary for me to recognize the passing of a great figure in the world of drink: Michael Jackson, the beer hunter, died on August 30. He had been coping with Parkinson’s and was 65 years old.

Citizen Cake Connections

Sanchia’s one of my best friends in the city. As luck would have it, she’s married to Sean Forsha, the second-in-command under executive chef Elizabeth Falkner of Citizen Cake (and soon Orson). And as if I could get any luckier, Sanchia invited me to dine with her at the newly remodeled Citizen Cake last Tuesday.


Viva Healthy Alcohol!


Dried açaí, Milk of Millennia and VeeV neat

If you haven’t heard about açaí, it’s likely you’ve been living under a rock. After all, Oprah named it her #1 superfood, Dr. Perricone proclaims its anti-aging properties and The Washington Post deemed it “the new pomegranate.” Back in my ultra-healthy days, you’d catch me making smoothies with açaí; these days I’m more likely to be drinking cocktails with it—I’m banking on the hope that the antioxidant punch is still potent in its liquored-up form.

Oh, My Mango

There are truly no appropriate words to describe something that is so indescribably good, so amazingly delicious—but, since it’s my job, I’ll try.



Yesterday, I purchased the above mango from Valencia Farmer’s Market, a little produce market in the Mission District on the corner of 24th and Valencia Street. You might want to know what the variety is (Kent) and where it was grown (Mexico), but really what matters is how it tasted. Let’s just say it was creamy, tart and sweet; as juicy as a nectar-of-the-gods rivulet; yielding perfection that only Mother Nature (and well, maybe a botanist or two) could produce.

God Bless America

Long ago, I got a chance to cook at the James Beard House. (Owned now by the James Beard Foundation, the renovated brownstone that Beard actually lived in serves as the facility for many a big-name-chef dinner and much more.) I certainly wasn’t famous, but it was my class’s graduation from Peter Kump’s New York Cooking School (now called the Institute of Culinary Education), and we were lucky enough to be aligned with the Beard House.

Announcing the latest addictive dish, coming soon to a restaurant near you


Roman-style fried artichokes, will you marry me?

Pauline’s, Wine and Art

Last Friday, my friend Arnold and I practically used up all of our minutes on the phone trying to decide where to eat dinner. We didn’t want to spend a lot of money, or get dressed up, and we wanted something yummy and relatively healthy, so we agreed on Pauline’s Pizza—their salads and pizza toppings are the freshest around, the dough for the thin-crust pizza is handmade daily and their wines are a steal.


These obviously aren't from Pauline's—I forgot my camera
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