Food & Drink

Getting lucky

Flint's BBQ
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le_chicken_farmer@yahoo.com

CHEAP EATS The word she uses is "flexitarian." I seldom run retractions. Not that I never get anything wrong; on the contrary, my impressions of reality are so impressionistic, it would be a stretch to say that I ever exactly get anything right.

This can cause problems.

Give you an example: I want to know what time Penny's opens for lunch. I look it up. Cheap Eats, Penny's Caribbean Café, says right there: 11:30 a.m. So I write to Lisa Bitch Magazine, and I say, "Dear Ms. Magazine, Hi! How are you? Read more »

Steeped in controversy

The politics and style of artisanal and organic teas
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These days everyone is a gourmand, and caring about the earth is so cool it's made even Al Gore popular. The time is ripe to give a fuck.

But all this focus on artisanal and organic products is complicated. What's easiest for the consumer to understand isn't always correct. Stickers can't always be trusted. And — certified or not — nothing holds a candle to family tradition.

It's true for tomatoes. It's true for tangerines. Read more »

Up on the roof

Duelling White House chefs
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During these past six lovely years of Bush and Cheney, one has become almost nostalgic about duels — the calling out of adversaries to settle matters of honor with pistols — even if one or both adversaries should hold high office. Read more »

The sushi house rules

Barracuda Sushi
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paulr@sfbg.com

An old rule of prudence teaches that you should never eat raw oysters in a month whose name doesn't have an "r" in it — from May to August, more or less — the warm-weather months elevating the danger of spoilage. Rain and cold do present their inconveniences and discomforts, but they are also balm in the matter of seafood, most of which is delicate and turns bad easily if the temperature starts to rise. Read more »

The power of meat

Taiwan restaurant
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By L.E. Leone

le_chicken_farmer@yahoo.com

CHEAP EATS I'm not really going to no wimmin's music festival in Michigan this summer, don't worry. It costs money — are you kidding me? And I'm not camping out at no Camp Trans, either, to protest. I already gave up on political actions, restroom-related or otherwise.

Y'all can have your fucked-up ismicistic world.

I have chickens. I have fire and wheels and weird words that nobody knows but me. Ismicistic means everyone's got to be a somethingist and embrace somethingism. Read more »

Death drove a cliche

Please, no more!
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With the mayor's race opening up rather unexpectedly, the power-involved now have a little something extra to think about: should I or shouldn't I, come autumn? I shouldn't and won't — though I love autumn — but if I did, my platform would include some provision to the effect that writers who use clichés should be put in prison. Well, not really. As a society, our fetish for putting people in prison is matched (and perhaps exceeded) only by our fetish for objects and acts military. Read more »

Mussel systems

Aqua
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paulr@sfbg.com

When last we looked in on Aqua, the prospect seemed rather marbly and banklike, and the menu included paella. Paella is not a dish you should order even at most Spanish restaurants, let alone at a high-end seafood house, but a member of my party went ahead and ordered it anyway — in the heedlessness of youth — and was afterwards disappointed. Read more »

Me and my bitches

Mexicali Rose
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le_chicken_farmer@yahoo.com

CHEAP EATS I have long, pretty, curly hair, and there's always food in it — and often branches and leaves and stuff — because I'm a chicken farmer. I spend my days crawling around in the bushes, looking for eggs.

At the famous Womyn's Music Festival in Michigan, trans women (MTFs, women who were It's-a-Boyed at birth) are not welcome. I knew that. What I didn't know, until Bitch magazine told me, is that trans men (FTMs, men who were It's-a-Girled at birth) are welcome. Read more »

A gourmet ghetto

Noe Valley ups its taste quotient
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Although Noe Valley has become quite tony in the past decade, the neighborhood's commercial district seems to be developing a slight case of schizophrenia, at least in the matter of comestibles. On one hand, chic little food shops abound, selling fancy cheeses, coffee, gelato, baked goods, and wine — but on the other, there is an area of darkness at the center of things, on the main drag between Noe and Sanchez streets.

On the south side of 24th Street, we find the corpse of the Real Food Company, which unceremoniously shut down in August 2003. Read more »

Lemongrass and old grease

Rasha Restaurant
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paulr@sfbg.com

The Bad Planner's Guide to the Galaxy is a little thin in the Valentine's Day section. It could be that the Bad Planner isn't very romantic, or it could be that the Bad Planner just isn't a very good planner — doesn't get on the stick weeks or months in advance to make restaurant reservations the way our society's many compulsive, air-traffic-controller types do. The result is often, on the enchanted evening in question, an interlude of sweaty panic: Where to go? Who will have us at the last minute? Read more »