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1209 Useful, 655 Funny, and 1245 Cool
Monday night, driving home from dinner with the lovely Suzanne B., my dashboard suddenly lit up with this word in screaming red capital letters: "STOP!" and then smoke started billowing out from under the hood. Not cool! Not cool! People were pointing and staring as I maneuvered over to the side of the road and panic set in.
There is no feeling of being alone like you feel when you are stranded with an inoperable vehicle. Trees seem to loom over you in a sinister embrace, and darkness threatens with shadows of things unknown just waiting for you to show your weakness so they can move in. Seconds after you are rocking out to a great tune and chatting with your friend on the phone, suddenly you are slammed into the grim reality of being vulnerable and helpless in the big, bad city.
At these moments, AAA is your knight in shining armor. They must train their people to use their "calming" voice and the first question they ask is "are you safe?" They talk you through everything, and instruct you to remain in the car until the tow truck comes. In this case, my tow truck arrived within half an hour, and within an hour after breaking down, my car was parked safely in my driveway with me securely in my house.
Thank you, AAA. Worth every penny to give me peace of mind and get me home, safe and sound.
San Francisco, CA 94102
Follow my lead...they have one of the best bar menus in town and were doing classic cocktails from another era way before Bourbon & Branch and such places. I remember the first time I had a French 75 at Absinthe, and I thought, "Damn, that's good...and the brandied cherries are going to knock me on my ass...yes, I'll take another". Other cocktails are just as tasty. And, they have armagnac. I loooooooooove armagnac.
(Pssst, preview The Art of the Bar, the book created about cocktails at Absinthe, here: http://www.theartoftheba... )
After things go all warm and fuzzy, order dinner (or brunch). The food is fine - from a croque monsieur/madame, to egg dishes, to coq au vin, to cracked crab - typical brasserie fare.
With a little sprite like the Green Fairy whispering sweet nothings in your ear, it's hard not to have a good time at Absinthe. If you can't remember exactly what you had to eat, not to worry - that's part of the experience.
My most recent dinner at Absinthe was followed by my having to call AAA. Which I suppose is better than having to call AA.
San Francisco, CA 94109
Category: Nurseries & Gardening
District: Nob Hill
I'm probably dating myself with that cartoon reference from the late 60's aka my very early childhood (I am NOT referencing the Brendan Fraser movie BTW), but that is what plays in my head every time I enter the Plant Warehouse.
What a wonderful oasis of green in this rather gray neighborhood. They have so many varieties and sizes of plants that it just makes you want to place them in every nook and cranny in your house. I love the exotic plants and flowers - I saw the most exquisite pitcher plant today that caused customers to stop and marvel at nature.
I was sad to discover that the store mascot, Axel, a huge bear of an English bulldog, passed away about 5 month ago. Seeing him was always a highlight of my visits there. But his image is all over the counter and walls, and his spirit remains a strong presence - I can still see him sunning himself in a patch of light on the sidewalk or in his bed behind the counter. RIP, good boy.
You'll be sure to find something to tickle your plant fancy whether it is for yourself or for a gift. Prices are good and the employees are helpful and knowledgeable.
San Francisco, CA 94109
District: Nob Hill
Some very nice books on art, textiles, architecture, and whatever other subject you can think of. Saw a nearly-new copy of StyleCity San Francisco that I bought at full price at a hipster store not too long ago.
Please go and support this neighborhood fixture as they move through their inventory. You will find something special, and help this independent business out as well.
San Francisco, CA 94114
Category: Fruits & Veggies
District: The Castro
It is truly a market of "good things". Fresh, inexpensive flowers. Organic produce. Home-made juices. Nice cheeses. Drinkable yogurt (!). Lovely sandwiches.
Reasonable prices, friendly service, and attention and care in everything that they do.
Smiles all around.
PS Cash only.
(this review is dedicated to Ringo B., who recommended this place to me. he knows things. good things)
San Francisco, CA 94122
This may be something to note: One of my favorite products they sell is not a baked good at all - it's the granola. It's so nutty and sweet/salty -but not too sweet - I just love it. Heavenly as a topping on Page plain non-fat Greek yogurt with some cut-up fresh fruit.
There is usually a line (but they move fairly quickly), and you will be tortured watching people outside sinking their teeth into the wonderful pizzas and foccaccias - but be patient and your time will come. And your reward will be mmmmm mmmmm good.
San Francisco, CA 94122
District: Inner Sunset
The fries are perfect. Best fries I have had in a long time. They are cooked in the right kind of fat (I don't know what kind, but it's the kind that tastes damn good, which makes it right and downright righteous. Baby fat? Who cares, it tastes great), and they have just enough salt and some kind of seasoning which is similar to but better than Lawry's.
I liked the sign on the wall which gives you the number to call for the Muni schedule, maybe so you can wait inside and enjoy a nice meal then dash out at the last minute for your train. Real neighborly.
San Francisco, CA 94110
District: Bernal Heights
Everything on the menu is what you would expect, but I am going to tell you something VERY useful, here is the best item they offer: 1 Taco.
1 Taco. It couldn't be more simple. Or more delicious.
Get it with the carnitas (they must not have had them before, but they do now). So savory and wonderful. SO much better than the burrito and won't make you pop your pants' button.
It's so good that it almost makes the electric urine colored walls, the drunk teenagers talking on the phone, and the "is it a guy or is it a girl" people disappear.
Road map: Argus. Stool dancing. Taqueria Cancun. 1 Taco. Car dancing. Home. Bed.
New York, NY 10022
BLT gets inside the brain of the modern diner and delivers: an elegant, yet comfortable decor, seamless and professional service, and upscale food which is both sophisticated and straightforward.
Arriving at BLT Prime on an unseasonably warm and rainy night, the bar was packed, however we managed to score a couple of stools while waiting for our table. The bar experience sets the precedent for an evening, and this one was great - the bartender was friendly, attentive, and quick, and I thoroughly enjoyed the cocktail he recommended. They suggested moving the bar tab to our table, which I LOVED - this hardly ever happens, and when it does, I think "ahhhh, one less thing to think about...!" Logistics are boring, and I love not having to think about them.
The menu is posted on the wall in white lettering on a black ground, using the simple headings of "Appetizers, Meat and Poultry, Potatoes", etc. Offerings range from the traditional to the updated traditional.
While we studied the menu, they brought out a liver pate with toasts - served in a short mason jar for that country mouse/city mouse touch. Rich & delicious. This was followed by some fluffy popovers which came with the BLT recipe - they do this in all of their restaurants and it makes such a nice souvenir.
To start, we shared the house-made mozzarella and tomato salad. It was fresh, fresh, fresh, with a creamy and buttery slab of cheese atop sweet juicy cherry tomatoes and drizzled with basil olive oil.
And now for the main course (at this point, I look at my veg/vegan friends and say "Earmuffs!") - goodness gracious, what a pretty piece of beef! Rare bone-in sirloin, perfectly charred outside, sliced open to reveal a rich dark red center, and with herb-butter melting on top - tender, flavorful and moan-inducing.
Sides were suited perfectly to accompany the meat - creamed spinach and scalloped potatoes (because I am somewhat of a traditionalist), and hen-of-the-woods mushrooms (because I am somewhat of a foodie) - all excellent.
No room for dessert after all of that indulgence, but BLT took care of our sweet tooth by bringing out little fudgy cookies for a 1-bite nibble with our coffee.
Nothing could dampen my spirits that evening, not even after dinner when I twisted my ankle on the corner trying to hail a cab and tumbled into the rain-soaked street. (Rain + Potholes + 4-in heels = not so smart). A police car drove by and asked me if I was OK, to which I sheepishly (and breathlessly) answered "yes!", because after such a lovely experience at BLT Prime, how could I not be?
First to Review
We went there for brunch on Sunday with my brother and sister-in-law. I had the East Bay Omlette, which had smoked salmon, mushrooms, tomatoes and broccoli. It's served with home fries, toast and a side of hollandaise sauce, the slightly electric color of which is not found in nature. Portions are huge.
I tasted my friend's French Toast and sausage which was very good.
Service was spotty - the food came out quickly, but my coffee got cold as I waited for cream and had to ask for it repeatedly. They are definitely focused on getting you in and out in order to make room for the next group.
I haven't tried it, but you know the tuna melt here is going to be good. You can just feel it.
Good for a waist-expanding Sunday meal, and somewhere you could take the kids and not worry about how sticky they are before or after the meal.
They don't make 'em like this on the West Coast. Diners, that is.