This is going to be a weird post.
Basically, these food photos turned out relatively amazing. So this place looks amazing. And the food was really good, but the decor and general ambiance of Wine Kitchen irked me in a weird way. And since I was with my architect friend, she easily told me Eight Things that Wine Kitchen Could Do to Improve Their Vibe. And, while I would not have noticed them myself, she was right.
But first, food:
Behold: Fried gnocchi
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Ok. Everyone has already said everything there is to say about Burma Superstar. The blogosphere is chock-full of immense praise and a billion photos and detailed descriptions of everything about BS. Although people probably don’t commonly call it BS. Regardless, I’ll keep this short.
Burma Superstar is a Burmese restaurant in the Richmond. They do not take reservations. The decor is not particularly intriguing. But somehow it’s still posh as shit.
Tea Leaf Salad up close and personal
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Dear Mom,
I have a little side blog now, it’s called Single White Female: Refrigerator (SWFR). Here is a link: http://swfrefrigerator.tumblr.com/
I know I talked about it in a post a couple months ago and that I was unclear about it being a separate blog and you thought it was just one picture of my refrigerator. It is a blog on a site called Tumblr, which is used a bit differently than WordPress or Blogger, which is where my other blogs are kept.
Anyway, on my SWFR Tumblr, I post a picture every week or few of the inside of my (or Alicia’s) refrigerator. Because I find it humorous to see what’s in (or not in, usually) our refrigerators. I know if you weren’t making food for your grandbaby now, you would be proud to boast an entirely empty refrigerator as well. Don’t worry, I know in your heart of hearts, you have an empty refrigerator just like I do. That is not a metaphor.
I hope you enjoy my newest silly online bloggy thing.
Love,
Angie
P.S. Your minestrone soup was really good, it didn’t stay in my fridge nearly long enough to make it onto SWFR. Thank you.
I was looking for a place in the Mission to have dinner before a friend’s bday party. Criteria: not Mexican food, not too expensive, not a huge wait, good food. Somehow, Dante’s managed to hit all these points. Apparently Yelp isn’t just a place for people to complain about trivial things.
Dante’s was great. Apparently it used to be called “Weird Fish”. It closed, and re-opened as “Dante’s Weird Fish”. Per this article, they added the word “Dante’s”, and took some crap off the walls. Otherwise, it’s reportedly the same.
Me ‘n Dante.
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Hello world! I am back. After a brief hiatus to take some dumb engineering test, and then some subsequent rest to do things like see the sunshine, remind friends that I exist, and generally sit doing nothing at all, I am ready to bloggulate again. Let’s kick this biatch off with Brenda’s.
Brenda’s Beignets
Brenda’s French Soul Food is in the TL. That’s SF-speak for the Tenderloin. Which is the filth-ridden, junkie-laden, pristinely located neighborhood right in the middle of the city between all the other neighborhoods you like (ex: downtown, Hayes Valley, Nob Hill, etc.). The Tenderloin is like San Francisco’s booby trap for visitors who stumble into the area accidentally, and just a puss-filled blemish on the landscape that natives avoid most of the time….
Shameless plug for my new tumblr: swf refrigerator.
Is it a philosophical commentary on a person’s state of mind through the eyes of their refrigerator? Is it a realization of the social implications of gender roles and family values in the current state of our society? Is it an intermittent and admittedly poor advertising campaign for Trader Joe’s? I dunno, it’s my fridge. And it makes me laugh.
I will be updating sporadically and accepting submissions from other swf’s (and sf’s of any ethnicity, really). Mom, will you do me the honor?
Extra, Extra, ReadAllAboutIt! Capo’s Now Open in North Beach!
Say that in, like, one of those Dick Tracy Chicago gangster accents to get the full gist of what’s happening in that sentence, y’shee. Capo’s is the newest gig from world champion pizza tosser Tony Gemignani of Tony’s Pizza Napolitana, one of the famous SF pizza joints (also the owner of Pyzano’s in Castro Valley). This time he’s gone old school with Capo’s — red patent leather booths, brick walls, and mood lighting chandeliers. And a specialization in Chicago-style deep dish pizza. I can dig it.
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Behold: Chaya.
The awesome thing about having a food blog in SF is that it’s no longer necessary to write bad reviews of restaurants. There’s just too much good stuff here to waste time on sub-par food. Chaya is one of the best places I’ve been in a while.
It’s mom’s birthday. More than a pony, she wants a nice meal at an upscale restaurant — preferably with a view of the water — and a fun night with her daughters. Choosing a restaurant is always difficult, but we settled on Chaya, though none of us had been there before.
Chaya is on Embarcadero across the street and a bit south from the Ferry Building. It has large windows that look directly out onto the Bay Bridge. The atmosphere is fancy but not pretentious. The menu is amazing.
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This adorable little gem opened up not long ago at the corner (ah, hence The Corner Store) of Masonic and Geary in the Inner Richmond, SF. It’s classic San Francisco with a quirky little menu, fun cocktails, and a cute space. I’ve been twice. This time, I was really happy, see?
Yeay, food!
There aren’t actually a lot of veg options on the menu, unfortunately, but I found something out the second time I went: they’ll make non-veg things veg if you ask. Because they’re chefs and that shiz doesn’t phase them. I love this city.
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Nespresso. Have you heard of it yet? It’s like espresso, but with an “n”. It’s a Swiss brand of single-serve coffee makers that markets to high-end clientele. Starbucks has gotten on the single-serve bandwagon, but, come on, they’re not Nespresso.
I was invited to the grand opening of Nespresso’s newest flagship boutique in Union Square in SF a few months ago. When I showed up, the place was still sorely under construction. I later found out that I was somehow not on the list when they told everyone about the cancellation of the event. I was sad. They sent me a $200 Nespresso machine and probably another $50 worth of accompanying paraphernalia. Apology accepted.
My very own Nespresso U machine
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