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Sips in SoMa

District is proof that there's still room in San Francisco for another wine bar (and believe me, I've had my doubts). Last week I went there for a wine-and-food-pairing event showcasing the undeniable talents of wine director Caterina Mirabelli and executive chef Jen Solomon. If you want to learn more about them and District, read The South Beach Diet in this month's Best Bite.


photography by Rick Camargo

Beer of the Week



In Robert Hass's poem Meditation at Lagunitas, he writes, "I felt a violent wonder at her presence/ like a thirst for salt, for my childhood river/ with its island willows."

Good Drinking in Mendocino



I spent a couple of days over the weekend perusing the Anderson Valley and the Mendocino coast. Naturally enjoying all that pristine beauty on a sunny day with a cleansing breeze and pounding surf, one gets thirsty. So I searched up and down the coastline up there for the perfect spot to have a beer.

Ladies (and Gentlemen)-Who-Lunch: At Their Desks


Caramelized Fennel, Baby Artichoke and Goat Cheese Crostata.

I eat a lot of lunches at my desk. It’s the sad reality of the working world in America—no leisurely al fresco lunches, wine glass in hand, few power lunches, two martini style. Instead we have desk lunches, computer lunches, hot soup in mug holder of mini-van lunches.

Because the Night

Last week the Westin St. Francis  implemented a really great idea: a more civilized version of happy hour. Just like its predecessors, this happy hour occurs between 5 and 7 p.m. (Tuesdays through Saturdays) and is a good deal for the money. But this one takes place in Caruso’s, the St. Francis’ refined lobby bar, instead of a noisy pub, and features delicate amuses-bouche instead of buffalo wings—plus a touch of wine education.

Cracking Up


The reason for the season: Dungeness Crab

I feel like I’m two-timing on my East coast roots by admitting what I’m about to admit, but here goes: I think I might like Dungeness crab more than lobster. There. I’ve said it. Don’t get me wrong—I’ll always have a special place in my heart for a Maine lobster roll (see our May issue for more details on the closest approximation I’ve found within the city limits)—but I am head over heels for our local crab.

London Calling (Part 2)

I know it’s my job, but I’m more than just a bit San Francisco-centric when it comes to food. I have this horribly snobby attitude that no one can hold a candle to us when it comes to our pristine little scene, from the restaurants to the markets—and certainly to the produce (which I still think ranks second to none).

Well, my trip to London (see previous blog) proved me wrong on many counts. Here’s just a smattering of moments where London definitely “bit its thumb” at me (to quote Shakespeare like a dork).

1. The amazing butcher shops: Seeing rows of pork loin chops wrapped in like an inch of their own beautiful, white fat? I can never go back.

Merry Lynch

Just got the news that last week Berkeley Wine importer, merchant and living legend Kermit Lynch was bestowed with the Chevalier of the Legion of Honor, one of the highest awards given by the French government. If you've read his Adventures on the Wine Trail, one of the most inspiring wine books ever written, you'd know that Lynch is a true rock star of wine. But this award puts him in the company of the likes of Duke Ellington, Clint Eastwood and Julia Child.

A Tasty Taste 2007

I can't say "no" to food, cocktails, art and music, even on a drizzly, chilly Thursday night; so last week I joined crowds of art-and-food lovers at Taste 2007, a fundraising event at Root Division. With eight popular local chefs preparing an array of savory treats, local artists displaying their work and a jazz band playing, my senses were abuzz from the moment I walked in.
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