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November 9-15 , 2006
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Re-gifting Regalito is still waiting for the red tape to be peeled off the wrapping
paper of their wine and beer license, so I had one of their potent
limondas that I enjoyed so much last time.
... was a plate of declawed, grilled and sliced cactus paddles. This succulent salad had the expected strands of plant mucus trailing behind as I lifted these green ribbons to my tortilla. A vinegary salsa perked up this okra of the cactus world. I had a taste of K’s pork:
... on my last visit and vowed to have an order to myself upon my return. When the Lomo de cerdo ($10.95):
... arrived, it looked and tasted completely different. The spice rub was pronounced on K’s pork leg, yet the one this evening was bland in comparison. The remarkably well seasoned beans and rice were replaced with tonight’s overly wet rice and under-seasoned beans. I don’t think that this is necessarily a bad sign since they are new and just getting their footing. I’m just glad that my food was so good last time that this visit could be the result of an off night. I enjoyed sitting at the counter and watching the chef make some enticing
looking guacamole to order. I will have to check that out next time. Regalito Rosticeria
From Today’s Bunrab email, Paul B. writes: Gutenberg, Your Manni article was very interesting. I went to the sight to check out the price. If my math is right, the 1/2 tsp pour would approximately cost $69. US dollars. I think I should go back to bed and just dream what it would taste like. Peace,
Either Brett undercharged me by a gagillion dollars or there is some sort of Euro/metric/matical anomaly. I think this may have been part of a case order (which lowers the price) but I think you may have to move a decimal point over (or I owe a lot of money.) -G
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I hate it when people get all snobby about food. Snobby is different from particular. Particular is when you will only eat your Oreos by unscrewing, scraping and dipping them; snobby is saying that you can’t believe that anyone can tolerate Oreos (health issues aside.) It’s like the “I don’t watch T.V.” statement that boggles my mind because the person who says it usually silently finishes this statement with “boy, am I ever smart” while my inner monologue completes it with “why are you proud of a self enforced ignorance in which you categorically deny a form of communication to sound pseudo-intellectual?” I am lucky to know people who are particular about their food (okay, there are a few snobs thrown in, but very few.) Most of my friends aren’t big on Oreos, but understand that there is room on the planet for those who enjoy an occasional sandwich cookie. One good byproduct of being around so many food enthusiasts is that you can hop on board when they want to fulfill a minimum order requirement. Brett asked if us bunrabs had any interest in going in on some Manni olive oil:
... and we’re glad we did. This Tuscan, extra virgin, fruitbricant has a lightness on the tongue that unfolds to a peppery finish.
When I first tasted this complex, organic elixir I had no expectations and was wowed. My impulse was to do exactly what they advise against – to save it for a special occasion. Manni says, “life is a special occasion.” N.B.
Manni From today’s bunrab email, Mick R. writes: Gutenberg, From time to time over the years I'd let myself be seduced by the sign at La Fayette French Pastry as I drove by, figuring with that name it must be special and dimly forgetting my last experience there. Finally with enough brain impressions of "nothing special at all and no reason to stop" I stopped being seduced. It was probably terminally mediocre from the day it opened. Mick Gutenberg replies: Dear Mick, I agree with your assessment, but given the choice between a condo and this old institution, I’d vote against the bulldozer hoping the bakery would be revitalized with a new regime. -G
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La Fayette French Pastry:
...may not be what I would label as particularly French (unless the French are doing picture cakes now), but they do make pastry.
It’s old school stuff like Danish, donuts and layer cakes.
There isn’t much
foot traffic and they only have a few busy times of year like Thanksgiving,
Christmas and Graduation.
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There was no wait at Pizza Antica for lunch today. Although there were only about a fifth of the tables filled, the tile floor and hard surfaces of the dining room made for an outdoor voice discussion level. The waitress touted the deliciousness of the Brussels sprout salad ($8.95):
... which was a combo of micro cabbages, chopped hard boiled eggs, sautéed onions, bacon and croutons. It was an exploded BLT with eggs. The heating of this warm salad softened the eggs, croutons and bacon to create a lack of crispy bits and made for a textural uniformity. We split a large shaved broccoli pizza:
I liked the paper thin slices of greenery atop the thin layer of cheese, bits of onions and streaks of crispy pancetta. They roll (rather than toss) their dough extra thin into a paramecium shaped pie. It could have used some herbal intervention (no, not the cop-burger kind) a shake of balsamic or a drizzle of oil, but it was still okay. I wish that they would circulate with a pitcher to refill iced tea rather than take your glass away and return with your refill. It’s not the fault of the server, but I don’t like being without liquid refreshment if at all possible. Our waitress had obviously watched her corporate training video and gave us dessert menus even though we had requested the check. Can’t blame her for trying. Although it was fine, nothing rocked our world. I’ve heard good things about the gnocchi, so maybe we’ll try a non-pizza entrée on a future visit.
Pizza Antica
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... and no line for breakfast at Prather Ranch.
The buttermilk pancakes ($7.00):
... were patted
with butter and soaked in a dose of maple syrup. The accompanying
Jameson whiskey heritage pork sausage was well seasoned and tasty
next to the fluffy flapjacks. Eating breakfast outside in the overcast
morning was the perfect urban camping simulation before wrapping
up our purchases. You would think San Franciscans wouldn’t
be put off by the lack of sun, but it kept people away although we
did spot the Coi chef and the (soon to be open) Ollalie
chef scouting
the goods. San Francisco Ferry Building
Farmers’ Market
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I chose the chile lime marinade for my Pollo Regalito ($9.00):
My hind quarter of chicken (I lucked out and got dark meat) was muy bien. This moist, flavorful pollo was served with rice and beans that weren’t the phoned in variety, they were nicely seasoned. I got three corn tortillas ($1.00) to serve as transportation of this complete protein. The limonada ($1.95):
... was just how I like it, seriously tangy with a vague nod to sweetness. It was potent enough to tolerate melted ice without losing its puckery appeal. I tasted K’s spice rubbed roast pork leg ($9.50):
... which was succulent and fork tender. I plan to have an order of this to myself next time. J’s enchiladas verdes ($7.50):
... were also toothsome, but not enough to get my mind of that pig leg. The people who work in this spotlessly clean, brand new eatery:
... are friendly and efficient. Regalito’s presence is a present.
Regalito Rosticeria
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We started with the Medjool dates ($6.00):
... which were plump, sweet, rich fruity footballs stuffed with Gorgonzola and circled with aged balsamic. Although delish, I wish we ordered them for dessert. This isn’t the sort of starter that entices you to escalate in richness and flavor since it feels like you’ve already crossed the finish line. We revived our dated palates with some radishes ($5.00):
These little wonders had crunchy roots to spread with the goat butter before dipping in sea salt. The greens were immature and tender – the perfect restart to our meal. We loved these. Because Tartine Bakery gave rise to Bar Tartine, it is no surprise that the bread:
... is a wonder. Crusty slices of warm-bellied life staff were so good that I would have been happy to stick with this, a slice of cheese and some red wine. A crepe ($11.00):
... folded around a nicely seasoned duck confit topped a salad of thinly sliced persimmons, endive, walnuts and pomegranate seeds. The astringent elements cut through the richness in this texturally diverse and tasty combo. Wild striped bass ($25.00):
... was perfectly cooked to preserve it’s moist interior. The deep fried strips of salsify and sautéed trumpets of death made for a lively entrée. The service was friendly and efficient. The
bathroom was clean but Chubby sited the unacceptable
absence of toilet
seat covers (he has a “thing” about ass gaskets.) Coco500 are
you listening? Asside from this issue, Bar Tartine is a great place
to belly up. Bar Tartine
From today’s bunrab email, Gary A. writes to Eyeball: Eyeball, Your pictures are very intriguing will you be adding more anytime soon? Gary
Hi Gary, Thanks! Yes, I am working on putting up another set of the sleeping pix up soon. Other galleries are also on the way. Stay tuned. -Eyeball
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