As a Korean-American foodie who resides in West Oakland, I’m lucky that there’s a slew of fine eateries not too far from our home all along Telegraph Avenue in Temescal.
I have a confession to make: I’ve been on a bit of a tomato bender.
I just can’t help it. They are just so irresistible. I’ve been popping cherry tomatoes like pills, sneaking slices and dices of heirlooms into every meal, and lusting after Early Girls. I recently came across this Mario Batali clip, and learned that there is a word for my ailment. The Italians call it Scorpacciata.
While a good rosé is worth drinking any day of the year, there’s no denying that their strawberry hues and Jolly Rancher bouquets are best enhanced by long, sunshiny afternoons that postpone the twilight until deep in the evening. Sparkling or still, French or domestic, rose is summer’s prettiest and most versatile drink.