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 October, 2009
At the Commonwealth Club’s Thursday night event, “The Street Food Movement: SF Hearts the Cart,” a visibly upset Steven Gbdula (Gobba Gobba Hey) explained that Murat Celebi-Ariner of popular cart Amuse Bouche is being deported even though he’s married to a U.S. citizen. ICE’s holding him and he’s not getting an appeal. At the post-event food tasting at 111 Minna St., Steven and Natalie (Bike Basket Pies) sported t-shirts that read “Free Murat” and other vendors had small signs expressing frustration with the situation.
A few days ago, I got an email from our editor here at Bay Area Bites asking me if I would incorporate “in my own very special way” a Halloween theme into this week’s post. Rather than over think it, I decided to do the first thing that popped into my head:
A Jackie O. Lantern.
But don’t lose heart. If your child has decided she hates all things cruciferous, you can trick her into getting excited about eating them. Don’t worry. I’m not suggesting you hide the vegetables (as I am strongly against deceiving kids about food — Santa Claus, however, is a different matter). Rather, I support getting your children interested in eating these amazing vegetables with their eyes wide open, and some of the little darlings will even come to love them. The younger your kids are, the easier your job. So if your kids are a little older, your task will be more difficult, but with a little effort — along with a fair amount of Parmesan cheese and bacon — it’s possible to convince your kids that cruciferous vegetables are not only edible, but quite tasty.
Two Halloweens ago, I bashed baby costumes, and heaped quite specific vitriol on the infamous Martha Stewart lobster baby costume.
Little did I know that a year later, I’d be knocked up (the planned kind of knocked up), and that two years later (meaning now), I’d lie awake at night lactating and plotting my baby’s first truly public embarrassment: his 2009 Halloween costume.
I first became really curious about Lao food nearly two years ago, after a tasty meal at Champa Garden, the somewhat venerable Lao restaurant on 8th Avenue east of Lake Merritt in San Antonio–one of the most diverse neighborhoods in the Bay Area, home to close-knit populations of African-Americans, Latinos, and Asians in almost equal proportions. I tried to draw distinctions between its dominant flavors and those most prevalent in the more familiar cuisines of its Southeast Asian neighbors. Like Thai, Lao thrives on interplay between sour and spicy, crunchy and soft, and both cooked and raw ingredients. The effect however is different.
San Francisco is a brunch town through and through. And I’m always down for a nice eggs benedict or a stack of blueberry pancakes. But everyday can’t be Sunday. Most of us have day jobs and can’t lounge around cafes late into the afternoon hours. So here are a few of my favorite spots for quick, creative, inspiring breakfasts around the city.
For all its charms, San Francisco falls sadly short when it comes to late-night dining. Ten o’clock may be normal in New York City and a little on the early side in Barcelona, but here, you’ll be lucky to find a burrito, much less a plate of pasta and an arugula salad. Enter Creperie Saint Germain, Nutella-drenched savior to the SoMa clubbing set.
Leave it to Karen Peterman and Peter Levitt in Berkeley to begin shaking things up. As the owners and very hands-on managers of Saul’s, these two widely read, passionately opinionated individuals are working hard to keep Jewish delis vibrant and relevant and delicious in the 21st century.
It was Maggie Smith. Maggie Smith and her cocktail parties. I don’t think my father had any idea what he was getting me into when he took me to see that picture.
Pancakes– also known as flapjacks, hot cakes and griddle cakes — are part of the quintessential American morning meal. They’re made in diners, fire houses, home kitchens, school cafeterias, and most other places serving breakfast throughout the country. So if they’re so beloved, why do most people resort to using box mixes? I realize these mixes are supposed to be faster and easier than cooking up a batch of homemade pancakes, but honestly, from-scratch pancakes just taste much better than anything you can make from a box mix. They are also easy to whip up and take only about a minute longer to prepare than “quick” mix pancakes.
Food is wholesome and sustaining, but my relationship with it at the time kept it framed in an unhealthy light. Food was something that had once made me very happy. I was tired of surrendering it to an unpleasant fantasy realm, where my brain waged war against my body, and limited what it could enjoy. That pissed me off as much as anything about my predicament, and I finally decided to do something about it — with some counseling, a gym membership, and plenty of tacos. I wanted to spend my life eating, and in time, maybe make a living doing so.
Now Libras love Libras, so if you’re lucky enough to have been born in October, you probably have a whole pile of lucky Libra pals. So how do you entertain your Libra lovelies? A little of this, a little of that, things we can pop in our mouths without having to stop talking. And to finish, a wonderful sticky-sweet diamond of baklava, the dessert Venus herself would love.
What do you do when your oldest friend in the world hits a milestone birthday? For that matter, what do you do when anyone you really care about has a birthday?
You bake them a cake, that’s what.
Tough times call for tough decisions. The California unemployment rate now stands at over 12 percent, and I’ve been underemployed since April. My cup of beans and rice runneth under, so I’m taking a cue from all those folks who have told me Henry is so cute they could just eat him. In short, I have a modest proposal.