Everything comes together at Tokyo Teriyaki
CHEAP EATS The number of severed duck heads in my compost bucket currently stands at eight, but I am open to more. Did anyone else accidentally go to Louisiana and shoot some ducks, bring them back, put them in the fridge, and then not have time to deal with them?
If so, I'm here for you. If you want, I'll even share the resultant gumbo. Just ask the de la Cooters.
A lot of people don't like to eat ducks. Especially wild 'uns, which, in comparison to their domesticational counterparts, tend toward tough and gamey. That's why you have to gumbo them.
Gumbo, by virtue of being gumbo, is good. Even health-food gumbo, like mine. I used okra and file instead of a roux, Hedgehog being essentially gluten free. I even used chicken-instead-of-pork andouille. From Trader Joe's! And it was super spicy and delicious, so kudos to them.
Meanwhile, as much as I hate to dis the little guy: boo-hiss to RoliRoti for selling me an inedible half of a chicken yesterday at the Mission Market. What the? Everyone raves about this place, but I've had better chickens for half the price at the Safeway Deli. This poor li'l big bird was so dry, even the dark meat, we had to take it home and shred it into our now-giant gumbo.
Months ago we bought $2 tickets for the A's final regular season game, guessing it would be an important one. It turned out to be the importantest: not only was it a three-game sweep of the Rangers and a dramatic come-from-behinder, it also left the A's in sole possession of first place in the AL West for the first and only time all season. Fortunately, it was the only day that first-place matters.
My orthopedist had declared my wrist re-unbroken mere days before that game, which was excellent timing on her part because I can't even count how many high fives I gave to strangers on our way out of the Coliseum. And this may surprise you but some of the fans had impaired aim, so that the high fives were more like flunges and parries, but with wrists instead of foils. So a big Cheap Sports shout-out to my left radius, for getting its shit together in time for the big game.
Which doesn't remind me: We made a five-minute movie last weekend. It was a lot of fun! So much so that another one or more will be in the can by the time you read this. We have a club! For making movies! A movie-making club! We are flush with writers and directors but if anyone wants to act, direct the photography, light, picture edit, or fund our endeavors, hit up the Farmer's email addy above.
To see why we need you, "Finding Dee Dee" is now showing on a YouTube or Vimeo near you.
CHEAP EATS continued
Yeah, well, if Academy Awards were given for catering, I reckon I'd be working on my acceptance speech now. Instead of this.
But I do have a new favorite restaurant. It's Tokyo Teriyaki, in Daly City, and we wound up there by accident with my Secret Agent Lady, who picked us up from the airport after last week's column.
At rush hour! So 101 was bad, so we took 280, which was bad, but we were hungry anyway so we aimed ourselves toward Tani's Kitchen. Which had a line with a 40-minute wait, it's so cute in there. So we aimed ourselves toward Tokyo Teriyaki.
Which doesn't sound as good as Tani's Kitchen, and was only luke-warmly recommended by one of our fellow line-standers, but two-thirds of us were starving on East Coast time, so away we whisked.
Wow. If they're waiting 40 minutes to eat at Tani's, and the half-empty joint around the corner is this good ... Wow. Daly City is my new favorite city.
Oshitashi made with napa cabbage instead of spinach: fantastic.
Seafood sunomono, which is a cucumber salad with raw shrimp, crab, and octopus: fantastic.