Date night just got easier with this list of five local theaters that serve more than just popcorn and Junior Mints.
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Jonny Raglin is a San Francisco resident, bartender, and founding partner at Comstock Saloon in North Beach. Raglin shares his favorite foods and restaurant spots, and tells what it’s like to have a family with his wife Sara Spearin, who runs a popular food business: Dynamo Donuts.
This Monday marked the debut of the San Francisco episode of The Layover, where Anthony Bourdain showed some local love for San Francisco. Bay Area Bites caught up with Bourdain via email for a quick Q&A. Watch the San Francisco Layover episode in this post.
Ruth Reichl was kind enough to carve out some time to chat with me while on a recent trip to Palo Alto for a speaking engagement. I asked her about how life has changed since the closing of Gourmet magazine, how she feels about food bloggers, and what she really thinks about Ruth Bourdain.
Bourdain was in town this week to sign copies of Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook ($26.99 Ecco). It’s a follow up book, of sorts, to his best seller Kitchen Confidential that launched him from a financially struggling chef to famous “bad boy” celeb and TV star of the No Reservations show.
Everything on television is deliberately orchestrated, of course, but many of the common signifiers of male chefness — the cursing, the drinking, the fighting, the screaming, the preoccupation with large pieces of meat — whether expressed on camera, in memoirs, or reputation via third-person anecdotes — endow a traditionally feminine role with coarse, conventionally masculine trappings. Producers want men to feel safe watching their shows.
Brunch-positive people work hard and play hard. They see brunch as a soothing extension of the partying they did the night before, a necessary putting back together of things that were dislodged — a ritual well worth the inflated price of pancakes and a lengthy wait. Brunch-negative people think waiting for food they could make at home for a fraction of the cost is a waste of a day’s best hours. There are two sides, and San Francisco’s boutique-lined streets — Haight, Church, Valencia — are divided between them.
For five years now, Manivanh, a smallish place on 24th Street near Hampshire, has been one of my very favorite neighborhood restaurants in town. It’s a completely unremarkable-looking Thai joint unceremoniously dumped at the grimiest edge of the Mission District, out of step with the strip’s bevy of taquerias, hair salons, and, more recently, art galleries and hipster donut stands.
Anthony Bourdain does not come off as a man easily rendered speechless — but he may have met his match.
His talk on Thursday night at Flint Center brought out an eclectic crowd of spirited and often rowdy foodies, many of whom seemed quite capable of getting into a bar fight over the relative merits of Anderson Valley Pinots versus Amador zin. Fortunately no fists flew, just steady waves of enthusiasm at Bourdain’s dynamic dissertation of Food Network gossip, friendly bashing of Alice Waters and Rachel Ray, and tales of his culinary philosophy and many testicle-eating adventures.