This is the carnage after I ate a huge bowl of chili and then went on to finish Danger J's, which he had almost not touched. As you can see I even ate parts of the (wheat bread mashed together to form) bread bowls. And then -- AND THEN! -- it appears that I licked the spoon to acquire extra calories. In fairness to my body, my stomach had been trying to send fullness signals to my brain, but they were stopped by a large amount of chili.
File this under "Things a six-year-old would know that we, as grown women are still finding out the hard way." Some baked goods were left out in the kitchen a half hour before lunchtime. I don't know what it is about free food, but I am on it like a raccoon on shiny objects. Can noo resist it. Noo, Jenny. Add to that the sneaky pleasure of getting away with something bad. It is for the TAKING! The perfect crime! I even cut it in half, ate it, and went back for the other half. Hours later, I am still not hungry for lunch. And in this worker-bee neighborhood after 3 o'clock lunch becomes slim pickins. You're lucky if you can buy some Twizzlers and DP at Sammy's. So much for eating healthy.
On one particularly illuminating evening at the Bow Bow, it was declared that the peanut is "the nut of the people." It is a common nut with no pretenses. It is cheap, sometimes even free. You can crack it open with your teeth, and throw the shells on the floor (and step on them for a most satisfying crunch). Open its charmingly textured casing and you are presented with not one but two tiny snacks. Oh, peanut, you are plebeian yet precious. A perfect treasure from Mother Nature's loins. Ever-reliable and rewarding. A mainstay and a marvel. Hats off to the peanut!
I'm like a bear when it comes to sake (fresh salmon) nigiri. Put me upstream and I'll just stand there with my mouth open and a paw ready to stuff it in. Sake nigiri is what I always like to end a sushi session with, from the heady days of Sushi Club (Rule #1 of Sushi Club is you DO NOT talk about Sushi Club. Rule #2 is .. you get the idea) to my new venture, Sashimi Club (Motto: Rice is for Pussies). But I'm announcing there is a new sheriff in Fishtown, and its name is Shiro Maguro. Translates as white tuna but you might know it as albacore. Had it last night and it was like floating on a cloud of heavenly fish. A FISH CLOUD, PEOPLE. I think i might have left my body. Consider youself TROUNCED, salmon... just kidding salmon you know I still love you!!!
I've identified 16 locations for the shootout. We'll first discover which is the best in its neighborhood, then pit those against eachother for an Eastside/Westside showdown. Finally the last two will battle for the ultimate title: The Best Bánh Mì in San Francisco. Keep watching for Findings on the subject.
Gestalt is a new bar in the Mission, on 16th between Valencia and Guerrero. It advertises Beer, Brats, and Bikes. That's like, say no more. I am there. But to make a long story short, we go check it out and they're kind of jerks to us.
He has had it three times this week alone. The ladies at the pho place love him and allow him to refill his own tea. He eats the basil stalk and all. I guarantee with money you cannot finish a giant bowl of pho ga with this much freaking GUSTO. His glasses are so steamy, he can't see, but he don't care. He loves him some pho.
This was the scene this afternoon, when local schoolchildren came upon the remains of what appeared to be several hundred candy wrappers in Lauren Smith's office trashcan. Upon further investigation, witnesses said the pair ate candy after candy until their eyes rolled back into their heads. They then were heard to gasp, "the gym..." while their body tissue was replaced with caramel, nougat, and "mounds". Police are searching for this man in connection with the events:
