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.
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A big crowd gathered last night at the Make-Out Room to celebrate Mission Street Food’s forthcoming cookbook, “Mission Street Food: Recipes and Ideas From An Improbable Restaurant,” published by McSweeney’s new cookbook imprint. Includes a Q&A with authors, Anthony Myint and Karen Leibowitz.
New Taste Marketplace, a once-a-month food festival in Potrero Hill, will take place this Saturday, July 16 and will feature over thirty vendors selling hot and to-go foods.
There are a lot of reasons that we love Italy here in San Francisco. The heritage of our city, caught in the hiss of a thousand espresso machines every morning and the beckoning scent of chopped garlic sizzling in olive oil at night, is a melting pot, to be sure, but a fine portion of the pot can be traced back to Genoa and Liguria, Venice and Rome, Sicily and Sardinia.
There’s nothing like leaving a place to make you want to make sure you know it before you go. For some people, that means tearing through favorite shops, haunting beloved beaches, and catching up with old friends. For me, that means eating. To that end, I’ve made a list of a few things I need to eat between now and September, dishes I associate with the eight years I’ve spent here.
Naming all the LGBT chefs and business owners who have made the SF food scene what it is would turn this column into a fagelah version of Adam Sandler’s Hannukah Song, but still, let’s raise a glass to toast a few of the folks we’d love to make us dinner (or even better, breakfast.)
In keeping with another current trend, that of back alley catering and restaurant-esque entities sprouting up all over town, d.i.y. barbecue operations churning away on the edges of the local food scene actually best the likes of Baby Blues, Memphis Minnie’s, and Big Nate’s. There’s definitely something appealing about outlaw status, and barbecue wears it especially well, even here.
Last Sunday, a brand-new farmers market opened in one of my favorite San Francisco neighborhoods: The Inner Sunset. The market, in the parking lot at Ninth and Irving streets, is run by the Pacific Coast Farmers Markets Association and will run from June through November.
My friend Mark, who knows about everything before I do, has been wanting to go to Brenda’s French Soul Food for months. He planned to take some people to brunch there a few Sundays ago. It was, however, closed. They don’t do Sunday brunch. Who can blame them? Unless drag queens are somehow involved, the […]