Category Archives: Good Eats

Thursdays Are Good

Katie and I are officially 4 steps closer to completing our journey of the 100 things to taste in SF! More on that in a moment… 

More importantly is the conversation Katie and I had as we were getting ready to go out on our tour of “tastes.”

Me: Hey, so I bought some cellulite gel today…

Kate:  Why?  You don’t even have cellulite.

Me:  I know, BUT I will… and it was on sale.  I’m taking preventative measures and I’m thrifty.

On to the food… Yesterday might have been the most amazing food day of my life!

8. Shrimp and Chive Dumplings at Ton Kiang

Dim Sum

Let’s discuss this a bit.  Never in my 22 (and a half, it’s my half birthday today by the way) years have I ever, EVER felt so amazing after consuming a dish.  Ton Kiang gave me a stomach orgasm – seriously…  These dumplings found my G-Spot in a minute flat… I’m pretty sure some of my previous boyfriend’s are still looking for it I have several ex-boyfriends with great personalities. 

9.  Tommy’s Margarita at Tommy’s Mexican

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An AMAZING rita… Outstanding service.  I would have loved to sit there all evening just hanging out, watching soccer, and munching chips and salsa. Mmm mmm.

10. Meatballs at Aziza

Meatballs

Delish and the cocktails here. WOW.

11. Yellowtail Collar at Oyaji

So, when we got to Oyaji I was a tish tipsy so I totally forgot to take a picture of the food. I was also a bit distracted by the sushi chef who was completely hysterical, drunk, and incredible.  He kept calling Katie “black 3rd nipple”.  Why you ask?? I’ll show you.  Black Nipple

I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life.  We obviously had a great fucking time.  

Happy Weekend, all!

Harry Potter count down: 4 days and 6 hours!!!

100 Tastes San Francisco Style

On a whim, Katie and I decided to dive head first into 7×7’s List of 100 Things You Need to Try Before You Die.  It’s is now our life’s mission to complete the list before Katie moves to Austin at the end of August.

After reading the list, we realized we’d already completed 3 of the items.

1. Tuna Tartare at Michael Mina’s

2. Irish Coffee at Buena Vista Cafe

3. Rotisserie Chicken at Limón

So for the remainder of the list we will have photo evidence of our epicurious journey.

4. Carnitas Tacos at La Taqueria

Taco

5. Mint Julep from Alembic

Mint Julep

6.  Chip and Salsa at Papalote

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7. Galapagos Cocktail at Absinthe

Galapagos

I will keep you updated on our progress and the state of our waistlines…

Should be a fun and exciting adventure.  Not to mention a bittersweet way to give my girlfriend a suitable San Francisco send off.

Oh and Happy Independence Day!  Until next time.

Weekend Highlights: L.A. Style

As you know, Friday, I flew out of San Francisco for a weekend trip to L.A. to celebrate Craig’s brother Justin’s 29th birthday.

This is the breakdown.

So, as I had never met Craig before moving to the west coast – I’ve also never met Justin. This is odd considering I lived next door to both of them for 13 years in Baton Rouge. So, I couldn’t really aid in any of the planning – since I didn’t know anyone involved. Not that I think men are incapable of doing such things… I’d just rather do it myself and do it right.

For instance, the night before we left Craig still hadn’t made reservations to the place he wanted to take Justin out to eat Friday night. So with the limited knowledge I had of this restaurant (i.e. spelling of the name, location, or anything really) I managed to find it and make the reservation.

So, we make it to L.A. right on time – no delays (hooray… since we were already getting into the city dangerously close to 4:00 p.m., and dancing the line of peak traffic time.) The weather was GORGEOUS!! 75 degrees sunny. A welcome change from San Francisco’s high 40’s, rainy, and windy as fuck for the last… hmm 3 weeks straight. I digress. Upon our arrival, Justin suggests we take a trip to the liquor store to get this party started (yes please). I do love me some southern boys. We think alike.

Justin and his live-in girlfriend, Nicole live in a house that also doubles as a plant store.  Walking up to their house is like making your way though a miniature rain forest. The man owns the store is also their landlord and is the proud owner of an extremely loquacious parrot, Eyo. In the evenings, Justin and Nicole take Eyo inside their apartment so that it has a safe place to sleep. Whenever we returned from the store Craig thought the best possible plan of action was to try to hold the bird. I for one dislike birds – like cats their temperaments are not always the most loyal and affectionate. Needless to say this was a bad idea… because not but half a second after Justin had removed Eyo from her cage about to pass her off to Craig, SNAPPP! Eyo had latched herself on to his thumb. Instinctively, Craig yanked his hand away, but unfortunately for Eyo, she has quite the grip. Thus, she plummeted to the ground with one hell of a thud. For the duration of our stay she proceeded to give Craig a pretty gnarly death stare… I doubt she ever forgets.

That evening the four of us enjoyed what just might be the most delicious sushi I’ve ever had… EVER. We went to Yu-N-Mi’s Sushi on Little Santa Monica. It was truly an orgasm for my palette. Kobe beef rolls, lobster rolls, blue fin tuna delights, and so much more. Not to mention a few bottles of sake for the table (are you surprised, I think not), yum! Oh yeah, I’ll have dreams about that place for many moons to come. Plus it was on Craig… Score!

After our meal we went to a quaint little bar in West Hollywood called The Woods. Which was perfect since I had just gorged myself on raw fish, so I was glad to be somewhere chill where I could happily sip my Stoli sodas. Somewhere along the line, the boys were somehow provoked to began taking Jager Bombs. All the while, I’m trying to maintain my gag reflex as LSU has forever ruined Jager for me (thank god).

Around 10:30 Nicole and Justin were ready to call it a night, Justin had his first LSAT prep course in the morning and Nicole had two 20 page papers to work on for grad school. So, Craig and I opted to take a $40 cab ride to a really cool spot called Renee’s Courtyard Cafe to continue drinking and meet up with our friends Anthony “Cava”, Kim, and Ty all the way in Santa Monica. As you can imagine the night quickly went down hill from there. About 4 Stoli Sodas and $100 later, I was quite drunk and am fairly certain I had an extremely stupid and candid conversation with Kim, that I wish would never be remembered or repeated. On the upswing, Cava was kind enough to let Craig and I sleep in his bed that night, considering we were a shitty mess…

The next morning, Cava again generously lent us his car to use for the day because we had to meet Justin and Nicole for brunch across town. So forty minutes later, we were back in West Hollywood about to enjoy a delicious meal at Griddle Cafe. Which allegedly serves Oreo cookie stuffed pancakes and peanut butter crunch crusted french toast.  OH MY.  Just thinking about that place I gained 5lbs.  But, I wouldn’t know for sure because everyone and their mom thought it would be a good idea to go there for breakfast that morning. Oh well, I’ll save that potentially heavenly experience for my next trip to L.A.

*The information that follows is blatant ranting and an accurate depiction of what I consider my hell.

I’ve always heard stories about traffic in L.A. from friends, movies, and guilty pleasure trash reality shows The History Channel.  But nothing compares to what happened over the course of the next four hours of my life.  Remember when I said it was about a forty minute from Cava’s house back to Justin’s.  Yeah well.  After brunch we realize that Justin is about to be late for his LSAT class so we must drop him off at UCLA and we don’t have time to go back to get Cava’s car which we have left at their house.  UCLA is approximately thirty minutes away from where we were and about forty minutes back to WeHo… I’m already beginning to get car sick.  I’ve never had an issue with motion sickness, but I think the hangover I was trying to nurse and the unexpected scorching heat extremely warm weather was not helping my situation.  Immediately, we turn around and get back into our loaner car and head back towards Santa Monica.  A half an hour or so into our drive (when we should be getting dangerously close to our destination) I begin to notice we are hitting cross streets from the side of town we had just come from.  With extreme caution and masked distain, I present my lovely little discovery to Craig… upon which our heads explode.

So, after nearly three and a half hours in the car we finally completed the 12 mile trek.  Oh my god the hell.  Fortunately, Craig isn’t one of those people who displaces his anger onto other people and I’m extremely good at being quiet when necessary (and not touching the radio controls.)  Thus, we were both still alive at the end of our journey… and surprisingly didn’t hate each other.  Aside from, my delirium that shortly followed (i.e. uncontrollable giggling and incessant counting) it wasn’t the worst experience of my life, lie.  Upon our return to SF, I made sweet love to an unsuspecting MUNI train.  

*Rant Complete

We then spent the afternoon at The Promenade, a very touristy shopping area very close to the beach.  It was nice to to be out of the car anywhere, and they wanted me to at least see some the tourist things.  It being my first time in L.A. and all.  We walked down to The Santa Monica Pier, where I think every child in a stroller in North America had to come to gather.  This is where we also debated whether or not $10 was worth riding the roller coaster. $10-1, roller coaster-0.  Eh, maybe next time.

That night the boys and I met up with the rest of the IGN kids plus Kim for one of their friends 35th birthday party.  The theme was dress as you did in middle school.  Craig and I did not participate.  We are lazy boring.  We made it an early night, but not before enjoying the fruit roll-ups, hostess snacks, and condoms provided.  

All and all, a really good trip.  I got to view the Hollywood sign from afar.  Justin drove me down the walk of fame and past Mann’s Theatre.  I got to eat delicious treats, drink often, and bask in some beautiful weather.  Even though I may be a bit traumatized by that car ride for quite a while – it was totally worth it.   

Will I go back to L.A., hell yes.  Would I move there, eh the jury’s still out on that one.  But, who knows what the future holds.  80 degrees in February sounds pretty amazing to me.

Oh So Long Overdue

 

It’s been a relatively insane past few weeks.  But, it is a crying shame that I haven’t yet posted the details of Katie and I’s Thanksgiving extravaganza. 

Fortunately, Katie’s chef/owner of Flytrap invited us and some friends to a huge Thanksgiving feast at the restaurant.  Which was nice because Chinese takeout on the living room floor while watching Love Actually was our backup plan.  

After spending the morning hours making Neiman Marcus brownies (a full on confectionary orgasm), testing them to make sure they were safe to serve to the masses, and listening to Katy Perry’s Hot N’ Cold on repeat for about an hour; we collected ourselves and headed over to Flytrap.  

At the restaurant we all enjoyed  copious amounts of snacky treats… But you must understand the epic insanity that was the main course of deliciousness.  Photo proof is necessary.  

Hoss is famous for stuffing large protein products into giant Persian meatballs.  Thanksgiving was  undoubtedly his shining moment.  He stuffed a 50 lb. Turkey (stuffed with a hen, duck, and quail) incapsulated in 55 lbs of ground meatbally goodness.  

Carving the Turducken Ball

Carving the Turducken Ball

And yes our  Thanksgiving made it into the San Francisco Chronicle…

Upon gorging ourselves with food and beverage there was only one thing that could make the night even better…

KARAOKE !!!

Watching two true blue southern boys singing Friends in Low Places is about as close to home as I could get for the holidays.  And, I’m not sure I’d have had it any other way.

The Walmart

Katie: Mmm,  I know you’ll think I’m crazy but I love sloppy joes…

Megan:  It’s totally cool, I love them too.

Katie:  Can we get some ‘ManWhich’.

Megan:  Of course we can!

Katie:  You’re a ‘ManWhich’.

Megan:  You’re mom’s a ‘ManWhich’!

Where The Hell Did Monday and Tuesday Go?

Christ!  I haven’t stopped going since Friday last.  And, here it is Wednesday.  Where, oh where has all the time gone.

Yesterday, I found the most amazing oasis!!  Right in the heart of my urban, ex-warehouse district, renovated hipster uber modern land of condos, and sky high glass buildings as far as the eye can see of a neighborhood.  Oh, SOMA god bless you.  Wedged inbetween Harrison and Brannen on 2nd is South Park (the heart of my hood – and hood by the way is the appropriate term according to most San Franciscans, so bite me) is the most glorious patch of green spot ever.  Surrounded by small European style buildings full of little shops, bistros, and cafes lined with outdoor seating.   It was like walking into Savannah for a minute.  It’s the little things in life – and I am officially in love with my new haven.

Last night, we went to trivia night at the Cheiftain.  We were a pretty rag-tag team… we asked this adorable guy sitting alone at the bar to join us (who had already had a team name of his own – which we readily adopted, “The Pathetic Guy Sitting At The Bar All By Himself Because He Has No Friends”).  Our group contained a Philosophy of Law graduate (Chris), financial district business man (Greg, former pathetic guy), Katie, and myself.  I think we coasted in 3rd to last place almost all night.  But, we did have a blast – former pathetic guy, Greg, knew a few really embarrassing answers involving REO Speedwagon and Lance Bass…  I pulled Jimmy Swaggert out of my ass as Tammy Faye Baker’s scandalous former husband.  I should know that, I went to that church as a child.  Perhaps that’s way I’m so screwed up?

Today’s highlight.  Katie and I stuffed ourselves silly all morning long and stopped to have a sit on the way home across from the devil’s coffee shop, Blue Bottle.  (It’s not really the devil, except for that fact that I’d sell my soul to them if they promised me free coffee for the rest of my life.)  When a crotch rocket cop pulls up to us looks around our little area.

Dickhead Cop: “I’m pretty sure I smelled weed over here.”

Katie: Laughing, “WHAT?”

Me: “You are mistaken sir…”

Dickhead Cop: Looking around like an idiot, “Well, I mean…” (trails off realizing he is an idiot and a douchebag, backs up crotch rocket and rolls away without apologizing for his obvious error of dickheadedness)

My thoughts on this topic:  

1. First of all, we are sitting at the corner of Mint and Mission – full of vagrants, crystal meth addicts, and a half block away from XXX Porn-A-Palooza.  Don’t you have more to worry about than two intelligent, clean, young woman who at least appear to be upstanding citizens?

I think so.

2. We weren’t smoking… You idiot.  Clearly, the pollen in the air today is fucking with your nasal passages sir.  Perhaps, you should get that checked out.

3. More importantly, even if we were smoking – so is everyone else on this block and most of the rest of these lazy mother fuckers with out jobs are doing a lot worse than that.   Learn to prioritize, douche bag.  My tax dollars aren’t paying you to ride around and harass law abiding citizens.  You are supposed to be cleaning up my neighborhood.  Look around… I’m the least of your worries.  

Rant over.

Tonight, is my new friend Kwame’s birthday.  I’ll probably join the rest of the TH crew in celebration.

Week End Agenda

I have been long forward to tonight ALL week long.  Tonight, The Fly Trap is hosting a service industry party.  I’m stoked!  What am I most excited about?  Oh that’s simple, besides the amazing liquor concoctions that the bar will provide me (a dangerously close second), it’s definitely the free snacky treats!!

Apparently, they will be serving hand passed appetizers to the guests as well as cocktail samplers – YUM!  Also, our friend Jay will be spinning some records.  If you know anything about the service industry, I’m sure you are well aware of the craziness that will undoubtedly ensue.  Several of my friends from Town Hall are due to show up, which would be loads of fun for me.  Katie managed to get her shifts switched so she will be able to attend with me in lieu of serving me.  This is not only a fantastic opportunity to make friends, but also to get in with some of the other restaurants in the city.  Never bad people to know.  

As far as the rest of the weekend, I work both Saturday and Sunday night.  But, I’ll be sure to make time for the Folsom Street Fair on Sunday.  I’m not sure what gay male bondage does for me… but I supposed I haven’t lived until I’ve experienced it.  I hear you want to take about 20 showers when you get home.  C’est la vie! San Francisco Mardi Gras here I come.