Hot on the scent of the indigenous maras pepper, SF food critic Patricia Unterman got an authentic taste of the cuisine and culture of southeastern Turkey. Her adventure took her through city bazaars to the countryside, tasting everything she could get her hands on along the way. Her full story can be found in the February Eat+Drink Issue of 7x7, but you can get a taste of the journey in the slideshow above.
I’m sure Pasadena has its share of gourmet restaurants, given its wide leafy lanes, pristine old town, and upscale school district. But for some reason, whenever I pass through—which is often—I end up eating at a taco stand or a pizza place that proves so satisfying, I return again and again. Here then, are my non-fancy favorites in a fancy little enclave.
Portland, Oregon is a tale of two cities. Divided by the Willamette River, the west side features the historic downtown, verdant hills, and winding streets. This is the Portland visitors see, the side with the hotels. The other Portland is the largely featureless east side—although there are pockets of pretty, its charms are less obvious. It’s no wonder, then, that most new Portlanders settle in the west. When my husband and I moved from New York in 2010, we, too, fell for looks.
I’m no vegetarian, but now that I’m living the Los Angeles lifestyle—and surrounded by Sienna Miller lookalikes at every turn—I’ve gotten on board with the veggie-loving hordes and taken up a new hobby: Finding meat-free dishes I crave so much that I’d choose them over a burger regardless of the health benefits. No, seriously.
It’s unlikely that any of the diners attending Rick’s Supper Club event at Jack London Square’s Bocanova two nights ago had any clue what was in store for them at the South American Wine Dinner besides platos and vino.
Things associated with beaches and waves seem to naturally make people happy. Think about it. Mavericks had folks that never get in the ocean (let alone get on surf boards) brimming with excitement. Most lighthouses attract more people by car than by boat. Then there are piers. They attract all types: Walkers, runners, fisherman, thrill seekers, foodies… you get the idea.
I don’t have to introduce the concept of Silverlake. If you read, you know it’s Hipster Central, all ankle boots and fedoras. You can certainly find enough to do within walking distance of its nexus, Sunset Junction (where Sunset and Santa Monica boulevards meet). But Silverlake’s top treasures are a little more spread out than that and require a car. No worries though, you’ve got a car or else you wouldn’t be in LA. Right?
I must confess, when I lived in San Francisco I didn’t may much attention to Dine About Town, the annual January promotion designed to lure people from their EnviroLog-brightened living rooms into the city’s restaurants. But now that I dwell in Los Angeles, it’s different, and the reason is simple: Dine LA’s 250-plus restaurants include several of the city’s top-tier A-listers—you know, the restaurants that don’t have to participate because they’re booked solid anyway.