Yes, I know this year-end list is beyond belated. Actually, I'm probably over a month late. Normally, I'm not one to make these kinds of excuses, but my life has been pretty hectic lately. As you may or may not know, I'm getting married in a couple of months, so my time has recently come at an extreme premium and I haven't been able to commit as much attention as I'd like to this little
publication obsession. With that being said, over the next couple of months, I'll be playing around with post style and formatting a bit in an attempt to find new ways to rapidly pump out awesome food articles with fewer publishing limitations on my end. Please feel free to give me feedback on the new content — I'm planning to review this little experiment in a few months and we can take it from there.
There I was, seated inside of a gold-painted shipping container, face-to-face with a live-streaming 23-year-old girl in Havana. What in the world should we talk about? First, names. Then I…
I'm so excited, it's finally here. I'll keep this short, but the brand new location of my all-time favorite Silicon Valley restaurant Rangoon Ruby, has opened a sister location a block from my SF apartment. In a space that used to be a lackluster sushi spot called Sushi Rock, my beloved Palo Alto Burmese favorite has planted roots. From the moment Sushi Rock had shuttered, I was aware because the place is actually in directly eye line from my apartment window. I anxiously awaited something new and interesting to come and take over the space. And I was over-the-moon elated when I saw a Coming Soon banner indicating that it would be a location of the exact place I missed most after transitioning from Palo Alto to SF.
I'd argue that beer is almost always better when consumed along with food. It just pairs so well with anything and everything... but especially toasty, crispy things. One late evening while I was drinking with a few friends on Polk Street, we stopped in to a nearly unmarked bar called Woods Polk Station that I had heard good things about so that we could fill our bellies full of bubbly beer goodness and some tasty late-night munchies. The place was quite small and had a ski resort mountain lodge vibe with its fake flickering fireplace displayed on the TV overhead, quiet, laid-back vibe, and simple wooden bar slanging gorgeous goblets of craft draft beer. It's cozy and quiet and I think it's quite a nice option when you're looking to escape the general craziness of Polk Street with a few glasses of beer.
A Hanukkah miracle has occurred. I walked by Swan Oyster Depot when I was going out for lunch AND THERE WAS NO LINE. That just doesn't happen. I walked right up and grabbed a seat at the bar. Now, it's not often I write a post about just a single dish, and it's even less often I write about a place twice, but everything is so freaking incredible at Swan Oyster Depot that I just had to. This time, there was just one dish on my mind – not something listed on the giant menu overhead – something I saw Anthony Bourdain eating on the San Francisco episode of The Layover – a dish simply called Crab Fat.
Ah yes, the world famous Swan Oyster Depot. This 100-year-old Lower Nob Hill institution is certainly one of the more famous San Francisco eateries and I'm lucky enough to live on the same block as this revered bastion of seafood. With a place so good, so close by you'd probably expect to find me there on a weekly basis, but there's two things that constantly hold me back – open for lunch and there's constantly tourists lined up out the door. Literally every single time I've walked by this lunch-only hot spot – between their opening at 10:30 AM and their closing at 5:30 PM – there has been a substantial line to contend with. This is a very discouraging sight for someone like myself who absolutely refuses to wait in lines for anything, no matter how amazing the results may be.
This is exactly the kind of hidden-in-plain-sight hole-in-the-wall I live to discover. Just a half block off the main Polk Street drag you'll find a tiny little rather unimpressive looking shop with a bright blue awning that reads "Cordon Bleu". No, it's not a French restaurant as I first assumed based on the name. It's actually a long-standing, super low-key Vietnamese joint that's been in this location for many decades but still manages to slip below most people's radars undetected.
As a recently departed New York Jew on his way to San Francisco, one of my biggest concerns about the relocation was the ease of access to quality Jewish deli meat. I kid you not, I was really worried. I'm happy to report that this is no longer a concern for me as I've found Miller's East Coast only a few blocks from my new San Francisco apartment and it is able to completely fill that gaping void in my life.
Have you ever had the desire to eat tacos in a strip club? Nah me either, but at Nick's Crispy Tacos in Russian Hill you can do just that without all the... you know... herpes. And you're going to want to do it too because these are some seriously awesome tacos. You know what kind of place this is? It's the kind of place where a waitress could be mistaken for a hooker. It's the kind of place where DJs spin deafening EDM mixes so loud that conversation is practically impossible and dancing is unavoidable. It's the kind of place where the sun isn't even close to setting but someone's already puked in the urinal.