Eat + Drink
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:
Drinking up dreams.
As the office insomniac, I had the honor of testing out a new locally made product this week: Dreamerz, a flavored milk spiked with melatonin, that supposedly promotes restful sleep. It’s made right here in Mill Valley and besides melatonin, it contains a recently patented, naturally derived milk-based protein called Lactium.
The goods at Manila Oriental Market.
Don’t get me wrong. Where I live in Bernal Heights, I have sun and tacos and mid-century modern furniture stores within walking distance, and I appreciate it, but every time I’m out in the Richmond or Sunset District, trying to decide between New May Wah market or Sunset Super (not to mention a pho joint or some Korean bbq place)—my ideas of heaven—I say the same thing: “If there were more trees out here and it wasn’t so [expletive] foggy, I’d move out here in a second.”
Lana pours a mean mug.
Technically, I’m supposed to blog about alcoholic beverages, but today I’m going to talk about something that almost everyone who indulges in stiff drinks also needs: coffee. Specifically, I’m going to write about one very special little coffee shop of San Francisco, The Coffee Roaster in the Financial District.
Perbacco’s agnolotti filled with roasted veal and savoy cabbage
Photograph by John Benson
I fancy myself immune to food trends, but lately I’ve had to admit that the low-carb mania of a few years back has insidiously snuck its way into the deeper, more permanent layers of our collective psyche, including mine. There was a time when I ate pasta for dinner nearly seven days a week. With crusty bread. After eating a muffin for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch! I mean, who does that anymore? No one I know.