The restaurant scene is roaring back to life in the South Bay and a common theme among them is restaurants featuring a unique bar program paired to a dining menu equal in creativity. While the concept of bringing together your favorite bar with gourmet bar bites is no new feat, here are 15 top-notch gastropubs in the South Bay.
Archive for April, 2009
Yes, I am now grilling my pizzas. This may sound odd, but using your grill actually makes more sense than baking your pizza in an oven. Although people will disagree about toppings — sauce or fresh tomatoes? Anchovies or plain cheese? – it is universally known that you need a very hot oven to make a great crust. A home oven only reaches a max of 500 or, if you’re lucky, 550 degrees, while most grills get up to 600 degrees or hotter (mine gets up to 650 degrees). You’ll never replicate the intense radiant heat from a professional pizzeria oven at home, but using a barbecue grill will get you pretty close. Used with a pizza stone, your backyard grill becomes the perfect home pizza oven.
Michael Pollan joins KQED Forum to talk food politics. Find out how he views President Obama’s first 100 days in office, and how the food industry is reacting to calls for simpler ingredients. Plus, Pollan wants to know, what food rules do you live by? Michael Pollan’s most recent book is “In Defense of Food: an Eater’s Manifesto.”
Last week, So You Want to Write a Cookbook: Part 1 offered some insider advice to would-be authors with Julia Child ambitions. Today, with Part 2, a few answers to those questions you didn’t know to ask, from what makes a recipe yours to how to get an agent.
Thanks to my recent reading, its finally happened. I’ve met him– my new historical crush, Stanislaw Leszczynski.But it really isn’t his laundry list of honors that impresses me. I’d still like him if here were merely an viscount or baron or margrave. It’s his penchant for popularizing and ascribing names to food that I like. Really, really popular food. King Stanislaw, it seems, was quite a gastronome, as his painting might hint at, given his multiple chins.
My mother has always made giant stuffed artichokes for Easter dinner. Her large full chokes are truly gorgeous to behold — like enormous desert flowers filled with bread crumb pollen — and even more delightful to eat. But because I am lazy, I rarely make this dish. Filling each leaf of an artichoke seems a tedious task. And, although I love to spend long dinners leisurely making my way through a giant artichoke, my children and husband don’t have the patience to slowly nibble the meat from the edge of each leaf. I therefore came up with a compromise recipe: keep the stuffing, but ditch the tiresome preparation and elongated eating period. This makes everyone happy.
Tucked away in a hidden alley amongst financial district lunch spots, Café Claude is a delightful breath of fresh air. I half expected my feet to touch cobblestone as I made my way past the charming red trellis and climbing ivy partitioning this Parisian gem from bustling Kearny Street.
Your brownies reign supreme. Your roast chicken makes Zuni Cafe look like Safeway’s rotisserie. Proposals–not all tongue-in-cheek–pile up when your strawberry-rhubarb pie arrives. Your friends, your family, your blogging buddies all agree: you should write a book. They’d buy it, their friends would buy it, Ina and Martha would arm-wrestle over who would get you on her show first.
When my friend Natalie asked me if I had any plans for Easter weekend, I was mildly embarrassed to admit that I hadn’t. I just hadn’t given it much thought this year.
“Well, you do now,” she said. “Want to help plant a farm?”
Plant a farm. I couldn’t think of a good reason not to. I welcomed the excuse to get outside and do something interesting, something for free. Something more than a little dirty.
Note: Don’t read this if you find my other posts disgusting or offensive. Move along now. I mean it.
Some women get post-partum depression; in my case, I had a whopper case of pre-partum depression, which, needless to say, did not bode well the post part of the partum.