Eat + Drink
No doubt, there is some very good barbecue in San Francisco. I'm a fan of Memphis Minnie's on Haight Street, as well as Lily's (formerly Brother-in-Law's) on Divisidero. But, in my opinion, you can't get better barbecue than in Texas, specifically in the Austin area. Texas Monthly magazine has consistently rated three bbq joints in central Texas among the top four in the state. So with my, yes, brother-in-law, sister and niece (all visiting from Seattle), mom and wife, we made the hour-long pilgrimage from Austin to Llano to eat at the venerated Cooper's BBQ.
I went back to Austin, Texas last week for Passover. It's the town I grew up in, and thus naturally where I learned to drink. I'm going to follow with a couple of posts about my visit--my first in two years--and reflections on the drinking I did then versus what I do now.
If you look closely at this photo, you'll notice that each of the bottles has something in common. That's right, they're either empty or well on their way. The reason they got that way also has a common factor—my wife. She's a wine expert and her taste in wine is exceptional. So I was surprised to discover—well before we were married—that Christie's taste in after-dinner drinks runs to the sweet side of things.
Here's to Buzzed, Jordan's new blog.
It's Tuesday, which means you're probably here looking to read about all things drinkable. You may be wondering: Who is this writer, and what has she done with Jordan?
As far as Jordan is concerned, look no further than Buzzed. That's right, raise a glass and toast our second blog spin-off! Bookmark Buzzed now and get your fill of Jordan several times a week.
The Boulettes Larder of London
I'm in London for the week, staying with my friend Sona and her parents who live a couple blocks from Regents Park. I haven't been to London for a long time, but despite the fact that it's been 21 years since I was last here, when it comes to the fashion, it still feels very much like 1986 (just imagine every other woman wearing black leggings under everything—including shorts—plus bright colors, stripes, chunky plastic jewelry, tight jeans while sporting mullety hair).
The Grove: home of one really good bran muffin.
photography by Stefanie Michejda
I happened to find myself in on Fillmore yesterday and stopped in to The Grove (2016 Fillmore St., 415-474-1419) with a mission in mind: I wanted to see if their bran muffins were still as good as I remember.
By root on April 11, 2007 6:26 PM
We’ve been given a hot tip about an upcoming event at La Ciccia. Everyone we talk to is wild for their lusty Sardinian food (and especially their Spaghetti with Cauliflower and Bottarga), so it’s no wonder our informant enthusiastically recommended that we make our reservations—stat—for the dinner on April 30th.
Here’s what the lucky diners can look forward to:
House-cured Salumi with Home Pickled Vegetables
Pork Short Ribs with Saffron and Tomato Juice
Sardinian Gnochetti served with Meat Sauce
Roasted Suckling Pig with Sardinian-style Seasonal Vegetables
Give me a dessert menu and I’ll skip over the inevitable death-by-molten-chocolate cake, the crème brulée, the sorbet—and definitely the cheese (although I always feel like I should want to eat cheese after dinner because then I’d be European or at least a legitimate food writer). I’ll toy with the idea of a fruit dessert or anything with caramel, but I’m truly loyal to nothing but coconut.
Some highlights in my life of coconut: