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 ...

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 ...

Flora

On my 21st birthday, my passenger a 300 pound studded dog collar wearing fellow named "Clutch," I rode my motorcycle into the Kingfish Pub. By "into" I mean we rode through the bar and came to a stop next to the shuffleboard. The bartenders were angry...not about the stunt, but about the fact they had been serving me for two years already. Their irritation surprised me. I thought I was grown. I'd graduated from drinking Coors light to Guinness and had started having something called a "latte" with my morning croissant. It was 1982. I was working on shedding my juvenile ...

Mua

I can't swing a dead cat in this town without hitting someone I've dated. Ok, that may be an exaggeration, but living in the same place for more than fifty years is a heck of a thing. You live with your past. For instance, you may think that Mua is at Webster and Broadway, but to me it's that place across from God's Gym, which is the place run by that bodybuilder I used to know about in the space that used to be World Exercise Equipment store where my friend worked and I hung out a lot back in the ...

Doc’s of the Bay/Art Murmur

I love going to Art Murmur (it happens every first Friday of the month in downtown Oakland starting at 6:00). I love the vibe, the art, running into friends, and the food. My favorite truck is often there: Doc's of the Bay. They make hamburgers. Ok, I guess they also make chicken sandwiches and black bean burgers and fries and fried green beans. But. The burgers! I always get the Doc's classic with bacon and green chiles. SO good. I am very happy that Doc's comes to SF during the day on Fridays sometimes so I can get my ...

Chop Bar-Saturday Brunch

Sunday, April 28, 2013 0 , , , Permalink 0

After a hard workout on Saturday morning I felt the need for a nutritious breakfast. I'd been meaning to check out the brunch at Chop Bar. Imagine my delight when I realized they had bacon bloody marys on the menu. Pretty sure that is the perfect post workout drink. Kismet. They were very busy but the staff was friendly and seated me at the bar right away. They did not even mind giving me a second seat for my imaginary boyfriend. The real boyfriend showed up in time to order this. I think it was a disappointment to the man next to ...