After my debaucherous dessert week, I resolved to end my sugar bender and turn over a new leaf (so to speak). That’s right, I went from chocolate cakes and fruit crisps to capreses and cobbs sans bacon. Well, not exactly that saintly, but I have been making an effort to get back to my healthy eating in honor of swimsuit season (everywhere in the northern hemisphere but here).
Andrea Arria Devoe, friend and Daily Candy editor,
enjoys a bowl of the spicy tofu ramen.
Should one ever think that they’ve “discovered” a place in San Francisco—say, a tiny slice of a restaurant along a touristy stretch of Geary Street, a little Japanese spot that happens to have a ramen menu buried amongst a menu of many other things—they will always find that they have, in fact, “discovered” nothing as soon as they look on Yelp and find 72 (yes, 72!) postings on that exact “discovery.”
New kid on the block.
Back when I lived on the East coast, far from the pupuserias and taco trucks that now signal I’m almost to my block, I made a few attempts at home-cooked Mexican food. I propped my Diana Kennedy and Rick Bayless cookbooks open, making haphazard substitutions and best attempts. I’d like to tell you that every meal was a slam-dunk, dear reader, but truth is we ate a lot of bland pinto beans and lame versions of “carnitas.”
Burgers. Fries. Fulfillment. Open until 9pm.
We spend a lot of time here talking about what’s new and exciting (“hot,” I guess, is what the kids call it), following trends, and making sure we tell you all about what’s happening, food-wise, in our fair city. But it’s a sad day when new opening trumps old favorite, so we felt it was time to pay homage in our blog to an important category of restaurant: the oldie but goodie (OBG). These OBG’s may well become a regular part of our blog, and they’re also the spots where you’re likely to find the 7x7 editors on any given night. Got an OBG you want to tell us about? Leave a comment and let us know.
This week: WALZWERK
This week: WALZWERK
When I find myself in the Southwest, one of my favorite things to do is visit the tiny old towns up in the hills. Last weekend, it was Tortilla Flat, population 6, a century-old former stagecoach stop in the Superstition Wilderness on a highway called the Apache Trail. I mean, could it get any more Unforgiven?
photography by Stefanie Michejda
Long, long ago I was tipped off via Raj Parr (the wine director at Michael Mina) about a place called Punjab Kabab House (101 Eddy St., 415-447-7499). I hate to admit how far back this dates, but let’s just say it was many moons ago when Raj was working at the Fifth Floor.
Mexican Combo Platter of 2006: Puerto Allegre (546 Valencia St., 415-255-8201)
It's not organically grown, locally produced, or even particularly fresh—it's an old-school Tex Mex heap of carbs and lard and meat, served in an always-hopping place with cheap pitchers of margs to wash it down.
My friends recently brought home a spread from La Palma Mexicatessen (2884 24th St., 415-647-1500), my favorite one-stop shop for taco fixings, from beans to salsa to chile verde to thick, hand-patted, still-warm tortillas that you watch them make right there. But it was little bag of homemade papitas fritas—potato chips that come with hot sauce to douse them with, that was devoured with the most relish. These chips (thick, crunchy, not too greasy) are four-star quality. Perfect with a martini—which was our aperitif.