Eat + Drink
Go ahead—call Amaryll Schwertner an aesthete. As chef and co-owner (with partner Lori Regis) of Boulettes Larder, she has upped the food-as-art quotient in San Francisco and redefined prepared foods as we know them. Given all that, you can be sure she’s obsessed with something a bit more refined than, say, Cheez-doodles.
Glory be, the Hangar One Fraser River Raspberry Vodka has just been released. Made from juicy, at-their-peak Meeker raspberries that grow way up in the north of Washington State, near the Canadian border, the reddish-pink, intensely flavored spirit is a true seasonal treat from those masters of fruit infusions over in Alameda. On top of the infusion, some fresh raspberry juice is added to the vodka for flavor, color and a little sweetness.
So just yesterday morning I was riding the T from my new residence in the Dogpatch downtown. Large coffee in hand, noise-reducing headphones wedged deeply in my ears, I was daydreamingly lost in a Sound Opinions podcast and thus didn't notice that I was leaning against a door that was about to pop open. When it did, I temporarily lost my balance and managed to spill a few ounces of coffee all over the guy sitting in the seat beside me.
Needless to say, he got angry, and my apology was not enough.
If anyone has the inside scoop when it comes to the Ferry Plaza Farmers market it's Lulu Meyer, associate director of market operations at CUESA. You'll see her at the market, rain or shine. Every week, she'll be giving us her short list for the market—just in time for Saturday shopping. Go to cuesa.org for more information about farmers, what's in season and market goings-on.
The market may be climbing alongside the temperatures, but for the out-of-work, terminally broke, or simply bargain-minded, a deal's a deal-- especially when it comes to the price of a drink in the city. That's why we've brought in Allie Pape, editor of the late, much-lamented sf.myopenbar.com, to give you the scoop on the five best weekly bets for free and cheap drinks in SF. She'll offer a mixture of events-- happy hours, promotional parties, awesome BYOB opportunities-- that will ensure the maximum buzz for the minimum price.
Funny how things happen. Last night, I picked a loquat from my neighbor's tree that hangs over the fence for my four-year-old son, Moss—who, being a fruitaholic, loved it. This morning, when I went back to the tree to snap a picture to write a blog about loquats, Moss wanted another one but I couldn't reach it. (Feet stomping ensued.) And now I go to the Times to see that Kim Severson has written an article ("Neighbor, Can You Spare a Plum?") about the growing movement of urban fruit foragers. It starts like this: "The loquats were ripe and just begging to be picked." She doesn't mention a temper tantrum though.