San Francisco — #ateit — KATE H WILLIAMS

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.

Restaurants, San FranciscoKate WilliamsApril 26, 2016Hoffmann's, Kin Khao, WesBurger n'More Comments

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.

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.

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.

Food competitions are weird

My stomach still hasn't fully recovered — hands out prestige, stickers and some dope-looking medals — my first time in the judge’s chair — blind tasting cooking oil all day isn't exactly an everyday experience, and it isn't exactly pleasant — amateurs (read: me) — we like what we like.

Events, San Francisco, ShortsKate WilliamsSeptember 17, 2015Good Food Awards, Olive OilComment

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.