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A Bite of the Big Apple

Last week, I had an opportunity to do some reconnaissance on the New York bar scene, which is often held up with London as the best in the world with San Francisco generally considered to be tightly nipping at their heels.


Yoshi’s, The Countdown



With an opening date firmly set for November 28, the folks over at the soon-to-open Yoshi’s in the Western Addition might be sweating bullets (the main staircase remains suspended and doorways are just going up—you get the picture). At 29,000 square feet, the space is ginormous and will accommodate just about every dining permutation you can dream up—bar, bar/lounge, mezzanine, dining room, private dining … you name it. Between the dining room, lounges and bars, there are more than 400 seats, and the jazz club seats about 400, too. Massive!

Life in the Meatropolis

We just put the finishing touches on our December/January issue (well, actually, we’re still in the final throes—our executive editor just passed around the cover for our review). For the upcoming food feature, Sara Deseran and our former intrepid intern, Roxanne, dug deep into the world of meat, researching charcuterie at restaurants all over town. Our definitive guide demystifies the offerings—a good read, to be sure. In the meantime, I’ve been researching a story about steakhouses for our cityguide, a purse-sized bi-annual guide with comprehensive listings on where to shop, eat, drink and play. In other words, things have been a bit protein heavy over here.

A Lone Voice of Creamy Dissent

Here’s a sight that epitomizes the San Francisco version of a Saturday night dinner party—dessert at my house last Saturday night.



It doesn’t get much better than five flavors of Bi-Rite Creamery ice cream, plus fresh berries. But let’s talk about those five flavors for a second: Coffee Toffee, Butter Pecan, Mint Chocolate Chip, Cookies ’n’ Cream and Salted Caramel.

When in Rome

Last weekend was my 29th birthday, and I spent the weekend in Las Vegas. Vegas happens to be one of my least favorite places, actually, the kind of place that makes me understand why the rest of world casts a dim view on America. All that spectacle, in my mind, is more discouraging than magnificent, and as I walk around watching people with those fruity drinks hung around their necks like boozy cowbells, all I can think is waste, waste, waste! I’m waiting, fingers crossed, for the day when the Strip decides to go green—though the odds of that are probably about as good as the odds of me winning big at the quarter slots (the only gambling I allow myself).

Eco-Shopping and Sipping


Irian Jaya

My friend Kristen is an avid fashionista (and blogger) who’s also very eco-conscious, so when I found out that Arboretum, a relatively new eco-fashion boutique in Healdsburg, was having a fundraiser and fall fashion fete last Saturday, she was the first person I IM’ed.

Use Your Words

Eat + Drink Poll

Our office is an overstuffed set-up constructed with no offices and no cubicles. Just one big open space where you can really reach out and touch someone—the perfect environment to drag everyone into your own procrastilagging.

Zappa Luxury



Here’s the latest entry in Lagunitas Brewery’s homage to Frank Zappa, named for his album Kill Ugly Radio.

It’s delicious—by the way—rich and creamy, with a lot of hoppy flavor. 

Department of Ridiculous Promotions



I get quite a few samples of wine—and generally appreciate the wineries that send them. It helps me discover new wines and chart the progress of all the great labels I already know.

Sometimes, however, wineries tend to get a little too cute in the way they promote themselves. I understand the need to stand out in a highly competitive market, but occasionally it crosses the line from amusing to annoying. I’ve been shipped Walla Walla onions and a recipe for onion rings along with a Washington Merlot, and I’ve been sent an oversized oven mit, barbecue tongs and cheap sunglasses to go with some Napa cab.

Open Tables?


Fresh shelling beans and pork soffritto at SPQR

A few weeks ago, in No Reservations, Jessica blogged about the latest no-reservations-taking policy that’s sweeping the city. Being a type-A sort, I’ve racked up a mighty big share of points on Opentable (even if I’ve never redeemed any of them)—so, yes, I’m all for reservations. How else can you squeeze a zillion things into a day if you have to wait two hours just to sit down to dinner?
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