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Baked Nirvana


Heaven in a box.

Bambino Watch reaches final days, Spork Opens, Cosentino v. Batali


Spork is open for business.

I’m happy to report that a host of new restaurants are flipping their signs to open. Finally! They’re all a short walk from my home in the Mission, meaning I’ll get in the door soon to give you the full scoop.

Holy Moley


Burgers. Fries. Fulfillment. Open until 9pm.

Root Beer and Rings



Enough about Texas--it feels good to be back in the place I really love.

Now, perhaps my future as a drinks writer was predictable given my childhood love of root beer. I loved it so much as a 10-year-old that I was consistently able to taste the root beer blind at restaurants and accurately guess the producer--Fanta, A&W, Mug, whatever it may be. That deep love lives on, so it's hard to convey how pleasantly surprised I was to find homemade root beer at the Magnolia Brewery and Pub. Creamy and delicious, one of its best attributes is that it's not too sweet.

Beer and Bar-B-Que



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.

The Margarita Way of Life



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.

When the Wine Girl Hits the Bar



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.

Cheers! Gambai! Salud!


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.
 

London Calling


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).

Bran New Day


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.
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