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March 9 thru 16, 2006
One of the many things that I love
about burritos is that their middle word is “eat.”
...with rice, black beans and hot salsa was mighty good. The process of ordering at Pancho Villa in done incrementally by ingredient choice.
They lay down the rice and ask what kind of beans, meat, etc. I got some hot-off-the-grill:
... pollo asada.
... looks like a cylinder from a sci-fi movie
that’s recovered (in a treacherous battle with a long time nemesis)
along with partner rod to complete a circuit of energy when placed in
some modern, yet traditional alter, and saves the planet and the inhabitants…or
like a cheap and filling pack of food.
Pancho Villa was as an antidote to an “Asian Wrap” ($5.75):
...that I ordered in a commissary in Nicasio earlier this week. Okay, it’s really my fault for ordering this fusion item in a workplace. They use top notch ingredients, but they were thinking rice bowl when they plopped a white baseball at one side and the chicken and Asian slaw items on the other. Their rolling technique was too loose, like someone trying to roll a cigarette for the first time. I think that the issue here was that the cooks were not burrito fans. And “eat” is the most important part of the word…
Taqueria Pancho Villa
I was bummed to miss Rosamunde’s (Tuesday only) burger so I decided to order a cheeseburger ($8.70) at Memphis Minnie’s instead:
They warn you that this preparation takes
longer than their other dishes (which are smoking and slow cooking
in the background as you order.) If you go with a group, they will all
have their ribs, and meat platters before the ten minutes of your burger
cooking and assembly elapses. It was worth the wait, it had a smoky flavor
and was cooked to the specified medium rare with melty, spicy pimento
cheese contouring to the sautéed mushroom capped patty. The bun
had the tensil strength to stand up to it’s meat supporting role
without succumbing to a juice-logged disintegrated state or overcompensating
with an overly robust toughness.
It prints out as an hour later
than the actual time so if you want to rob a bank or need some sort of
alibi documentation (along with a good burger) before heading over to
the B of A, look no further.
Went to Saha:
... with a great group of people.
We shared a lot of small plates and some couscous. Everything was tasty, but the desserts:
... were hit and miss (although I did
like the farina cake with rosewater.)
Industriously Hangin’ out:
Why have the hair of the
dog when you can drink a “Pomeranian”? Scott Beattie
from Cyrus poured Mandarin Blossom vodka, Iranian infused pomegranate
juice and lime juice. This sugar rimmed beverage unleashes a nice bite.
... not the kind with an Eskimo elder
that is pushed out to sea, the kind that delivers an intoxicating, ice
From our bunrab email bag:
I know that they are remodeling, but
it seems that instead of demolishing, they are waiting for the building
to decay on it’s own. What’s taking so long? Red tape? No
tape? It’s ironic that their screeners are searching for bombs in
a place that looks like it has already experienced one.
I liked the variety of foods like uthappam, the savory, sour pancakes (which fall short of the ones at Uduppi Palace in Berkeley) but are still tangy and good. They have all the usual suspects:
... tandoori chicken, lamb and fish,
palak paneer (spinach and cheese), and a tasty eggplant dish, bangan bhartha.
A hot basket of naan appears at your table as you return from weighing
down your plate.
If you see chillies and a lemon hanging over the threshold of a South Indian eatery:
... it’s because they ward off the evil
eye. If you want to get more extreme, folklore indicates that
if you wave chillies over your head with some ash from the hearth you
will create a shield against curses. I go for the aluminum foil helmet
myself, (but that’s just me.)
From today’s Bunrab email-bag:
Gutenberg replies from the Bunrab help desk:
Fast Food LA style:
KKR is a Los Angeles chain restaurant that focuses on unfried chicken and health conscious preparations. I got a #3 combo ($6.25):
... which is a rotisserie leg and thigh,
one side and a drink. The chicken was moist and tasty, the broccoli was
a little past crisp tender from it’s time on the steam table, bordering
You wouldn’t guess from it’s name
that it’s parent company is Asian. So far there
are 3 stores, I’ve been to the one in Santa Monica as well as this
one in West Hollywood (there’s also one in Westwood) in 3 years
they plan to have 250 of them (in America, not just LA.)
The pastries look unappealing to my eye, and
the refrigerated sushi and dim sum don’t look too
promising either. The bottled premium teas, yogurts, ice creams, crackers,
and packaged goods look to be the thing to get here. The mark ups are
fair and the staff is friendly. They have a steam cabinet with buns that
didn’t call out to me, but the sandwiches waiting to be placed on
the panini grill held some promise, and I will probably check one out
during my next visit.
and again Gutenberg replies:
... when you are offered airline peanuts? I guess I should be happy about it. Trying to puncture two difficult to open, atmosphere puffed up, foil bags offers extra activity which keeps the thrombosis at bay during the flight. I don’t think that Southwest has our health in mind with their nutty thinking. I suspect that they give you multiples for the wrong reasons. Two implies a abundance (an abundance that is not apparent when you gaze into the shiny micro pocket.) If they gave you one, it would seem like they were offering you the minimum, that you, “who have a choice when you fly” are special, and warrant an extra legume (but no extra legroom.)
They are messing with your mind with their Stepford smiles, scripted dialogue and extra, stinking pack of peanuts. Okay, I do eat them, but just for entertainment. They are soulless food that comports no sense of care in production. They don’t even qualify as fuel for the machine because you expend so many calories trying to open the space pillow pack that you wind up burning the energy they contain in advance of their consumption. They are the anti-food food.
... wasn’t served with lettuce cups,
but with chopped romaine in a salad style preparation. The chicken bits,
green onions, grated carrot and red onion were dressed with a pepper sauce.
This was okay, but I wouldn’t order it again.
... which was a tender and flavorful, grilled duck breast
served with rice, a salad and a warming bowl of broth with bean sprouts,
chicken and green onions.
... allows you to pick two items from
a limited list of entrees to go with your soup and salad.
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