Wood Tavern

Friday, June 28, 2013 1 , , , Permalink 0

In 1980, I had breakfast almost every day with the Moonies. I was a high school dropout with a 10 speed bicycle, a couple of pairs of jeans, and no prospects. I’d roll to College Ave every morning for my croissant and latte at the Aladdin restaurant, which everyone knew was run by Moonies. I resisted invitations from the (unpaid, we later learned) glassy eyed servers to come for dinner and indoctrination. I was only there because they had an espresso machine. Tres hip in those days. My job at the nearby gourmet sandwich shop (Curds and Whey, for the OG ...

Rumbo al Sur

Friday, June 21, 2013 3 , , Permalink 0

In Paris in 2004, at dinner one night, a perplexed looking frenchman said to me (voice dripping with disdain) “I do not understand why Americans eat Mexican Food.” At that moment the duck roullaide he himself had prepared was melting on my tongue so delightfully it took some effort to keep my eyeballs from rolling back in my head. It was a perfect dish. Its understated flavors allowed the duck to shine without interference, seasoning standing on the sidelines to attend and support like the dresser of a great actor. I thought of the rough and tumble flavors of Tex ...

Nido/Pietisserie

Thursday, June 13, 2013 0 No tags Permalink 0

The only memory I really have of Jack London Square from back in the day is the time my mom dragged my truant-ass to juvenile court when I was 15 (a valiant effort on her part that didn’t work at all). At that time the court was a block or two from the wasteland that was Jack London Square, then only a place for noobs and tourists. The neighborhood around it was an industrial desert when industrial wasn’t cool and the adjective “urban” meant "stay the hell away." Twenty years later when I worked for the presiding judge of that same court ...

Mijita

When it comes to me and fish tacos it is not the pursuit of happiness but the happiness of the pursuit of the best version that makes my lunch hour fun. I'm always looking, no matter what side of the bay I'm on. In the East Bay, my current favorite is at Tacubaya. But if I'm at work in SF, I'll walk down to the Ferry Building at lunch to Mijita. I feel so lucky to be able to walk to such a beautiful place for lunch (a place that is a vacation destination for people from all over the ...

Duende

Fran broke my heart just by showing up. You see, I was hopelessly, tragically in love with Robbie. I spent my days dreaming of impressing him. I had hero fantasies involving me pulling people from burning car wrecks and saving lives by deftly administering first aid on the scene while Robbie watched from the sidelines, impressed by my 14 year old medical prowess. In my mind I was the girl in the field in that Andrew Wyeth painting, crawling towards Robbie instead of a farmhouse, felled not by polio but by the devastating effects of true love. My situation was perilous. So ...

Hotsy Totsy/Tacos El Autlense

Saturday, June 1, 2013 4 , , Permalink 0

Back in my day, no self respecting hoodlum would hang out in Albany. We (kids who grew up in Berkeley and Oakland) thought there was no there there. The cops in Oakland let us drink Schlitz malt liquor and smoke on the steps of the elementary school (after school hours of course) as long as we weren't bothering anyone. They had better things to do than hassle us. We respected them enough not to cause (too much) trouble. The relationship worked. So the only reason we'd brave the possibility of butting heads with the Small Town Police in Albany was to ...