FOOD AND DRINK If you've ever tasted a fine mezcal, you know it's a special thing. Bright, complex, spicy, smooth, smoky, minerally — mezcal is a spirit bursting with character. So it's no wonder that after more than four centuries of distillation, it's picked up its share of catchphrases. "Para todo mal, mezcal; para todo bien, también." (For everything bad, mezcal; for everything good, the same.") "Sip it, don't shoot it." "You don't find mezcal; mezcal finds you."Read more »
THE WEEKNIGHTER Sometimes it happens. PR companies take me out, feed me, and get me boozed up. All with the hope that I will write about the place that's feeding/boozing me. Sometimes I write about the place, sometimes I don't. I make no promises other than I promise to consume the food and booze that's put in front of me. I imagine I've had worse lifetimes, but I wouldn't know.Read more »
THE WEEKNIGHTER How is it already eight years ago that Nick and I were eating pupusas at Balompie Café (3349 18th Mission, SF. 415-648-9199)? It was the beginning of the World Cup in 2006. At least I think it was. It's hard to remember this far out, but there was soccer on and excitement was in the air about a sport that, most of the time, Americans don't give a shit about.Read more »
SoMa's Darwin Café (212 Ritch, SF. www.darwincafesf.com) has added weekend brunch to its already tasty lineup. How about a Turkish breakfast with egg, tomato, figs, kasseri cheese, olives, and toast? Or a golden malted waffle with candied bacon? Or a croque madame? Oui! Hours are Saturday and Sunday 10am–2pm. ("Pastry hour" starts at 9am for you early bird types).Read more »
THE WEEKNIGHTER I was hanging out with Steve Jones. I'm pretty sure it was the first time just the two of us were kicking it, even though I'd known him for years and he'd been my editor at SFBG for at least six months. There was supposed to be some kind of Mixmaster Mike event at a loft in the Dogpatch, and when we arrived, there was nothing. So we did the next best thing. We got some drinks.Read more »
THE WEEKNIGHTER It's a funny thing to be filling out a job application and have to put your previous employer as Tony the Pope. But that's the name I know him by, and truthfully, I don't wanna know his real last name, anyways. I prefer to have at least a little bit of mystery in my life.Read more »
TABLEHOPPER After lamenting for too long that we didn't have enough quality barbecue options around the bay, now we have plenty to check out. Here's your cheat sheet on three recently opened barbecue spots, all of them using sustainable and well-sourced meats, because that's how we roll.