Posts in San Francisco
SF Dining Notes: WesBurger n’More, Hoffmann’s, Kin Khao

I didn’t take a single picture — no Edison bulbs, no flashy stark white shit — the tots come deeply golden brown and crisp and fucking delicious — it tasted like a burger, not a steak. And that’s a good thing — free gummy burgers because why not — it’s all just very … normal — crisp, very salty skin — Jesus christ, whoever was prepping that fennel needs a vegetable lesson — I have been stubborn about wanting to like it — Stir fried choy sum was perfect — it had a rich earthiness and a dark grey color to match, but those were the only real hints as to what you were eating.

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Friday tally, #sorrynotsorry

Call me distracted — crazy delicious wild boar albondigas in a creamy-cheesy tomato sauce and frizzle-fried Brussels sprouts with grapes — the soba was pretty fucking boring — live and learn to better embrace tonkotsu broth — I KNOW it is not technically called BAR bar — Wine, broth, tomatoes, milk, cream, burble burble — Trout cooked in brown butter is also never bad — a turkey sandwich on semi-crappy sliced sourdough — ate this for the next three meals in a row.

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Here's what happens when you go to a free media dinner

Arrive to the restaurant 20 minutes early — of course, there are neither peanuts nor cashews in the kitchen. (This is a Japanese dinner.) — Do a quick scan and realize that you are going to destroy your palate in about 30 seconds — Taste the nori. It is, indeed, delicious — Think about networking. Go to the restroom — Say something awkward. Drink more — This is the dish cooked by the (famous!) Top Chef contestant — listen to another woman brag about her old NYC job — bright, briny uni pop on top of this quiet background — Only in California, bitches! — offers you a ride to your next rendezvous, saving you about an hour of Muni transfers between the restaurant and the Tenderloin — white beans (??) — You don't finish your plate, not even the spinach — a magical concoction that tastes just like the tasty goo that oozes out of properly roasted yams — about to take a post-service shot — walk out into the foggy chill of the city.

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Friday tally, #sorrynotsorry

I lasted about an hour at the annual Eat Real Festival last weekend — an excuse to day drink and get sunburned — perfect drinking snacks, hot, creamy, and funky — fucking delicious Golden Gate Gose from Almanac — let's just say a little thank you to the taco gods for giving those of us who work in downtown Berkeley a new place to go that doesn't suck — trying all of the offal tacos — Here's what happens when I come home late from the yoga studio and haven't eaten since like 11:30 — back the fuck off Asian food police — I'm at Woods now almost as much as Missouri Lounge. Not sure what that says about my priorities — I watched a group of food justice activists basically tell white people like Dan Barber to fuck off — I love Iyasare, btw.

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Best food city?

Bon Appetit named San Francisco the best food City in the country "right now" — each dish gets its own hashtag — Even in fucking Vallejo — Salispuedes means something like "get the fuck outside and have fun" — a way funkier ocean under Krauss's direction — crazy MSG-filled Kewpie mayo — wasn't really anything like cioppino — Always more roe — I don't even like ice cream that much, but I ate the shit out of this — Give me more new, unique shit, Oakland.

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