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The Globe Theatre

Though I've written about him before, it's never enough. So a late-night jones for a pizza and a cocktail the other night afforded us an excuse to stop by the bar at Globe to see our friend Shane McKnight. Part serious mixologist, part host, part clown, he and his beverages always comprise an engaging two-ring circus.


Shane

Carnivorous Knowledge

Don’t go to Espetus, the Brazilian steakhouse on Market Street at Gough, unless you’re starving, because you’re in for a fixed-price, all-you-can-eat session of marathon meat-eating, which stomach needs to be empty to fully enjoy. There is no menu and no ordering. I suggest starting with a glass of sangria or a caipirinha before heading up to the salad bar, where you’ll find soup, paella and roasted potatoes in addition to fresh vegetables. With your drink, the Gaucho-styled waiters deliver a coaster-sized chip colored red on one side, green on the other. Keep the green side up, and the waiters will come to your table bearing huge skewers of meat fresh from the fire in a continual revolving feast.

Something Good Going On


The goods: Beer, peanut butter, olive tapenade and cream;
eggs, mango cake, chicken salad; pea shoots, Chinatown duck,
roasted red peppers, ricotta, beef tenderloin...

No matter what senior eat + drink editor Sara Deseran and I say to people, they don’t believe that our jobs are not always heaven-sent. Food writers aren’t allowed to complain about the daily grind…I get nothing but withering looks when I tell people that I wish I could spend a night at home on the couch, eating cereal for dinner. Sure, there are loads and loads of perks, but at the end of the day…well, it’s work.

You're Invited

All right, folks, listen up--this an important announcement:

Monday is the new Friday! To wit, the only way that we will ever be able to make peace with Mondays is to celebrate them, not loathe them.

Which is why this Monday, June 25, from 6 to 9 p.m., there is going to be a party, and you’re all invited. It's at Sip Lounge on Broadway, near the tunnel. Come, and let’s start forging new diplomatic relations between us and Monday.

The Sweet (and Sour) Taste of Victory


Hard-won cherries.

There are times when shopping at the farmers market is an urbanite’s bucolic fantasy, and there are times when it’s a blood sport—requiring NASCAR driving skills, sharp elbows and unrelenting greed. I participated in the latter style of shopping last Saturday at the Alemany Farmers Market. All in the name of my mother.

Farina for Focaccia


Farina at 10 days.

Most (smart) people wait a good few months before dining at a brand-new restaurant, but not me. I’m always too curious, too impatient and, some might say, too stubborn to follow rules like that. So last Friday night I got one of my favorite friends to meet me for dinner at Farina. It was the restaurant’s 10th night open, but you’d never know it.

Here Comes the Judge


Hopfinger vs. Tucker. Where do you put your money?

I’m one of those…how shall I say…opinionated individuals. Even when I’m really trying not to express obvious displeasure or great thrill, I’m an open book. This quality makes me a terrible poker player (4 aces! Whoopie!) but a good source for candid, genuine, often unsolicited, advice and recommendations. Tonight I'm attending an event that is tailor-made for my particular skill set.

Beer of the Week

Monks are so hot lately—what with the success of that TV show Monk and the film, "Into Great Silence," of the monk's of the Chartreuse monastery (that was so great to see all those fathers in designer cassocks striding down the red carpet at the Oscars right after Brangelina)—that it's hard not to have a craving for a good monk beer.


Westmalle Tripel

Whole Beer


The beer aisle at Whole Foods.

Say what you will about Whole Foods (and there are lots of questions and issues, as this article points out, it's a great store for the drinker—particularly the drinker of beer.

A Sushi Secret


Nobu-san at work.

One day my friend Jen was walking along Balboa and stumbled upon Tekka—a diamond-in-the-rough, 10-seater izakaya/sushi spot in the Richmond. It’s a true mom-and-pop run by Nobu and Yoshimi, a husband-and-wife team from Japan, and while the rules are extensive, the end result is more than worth it.


The wait.
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