two of my favorite things.

nopa and brunch, the combination couldn’t be any better. it definitely doesn’t trump my undying love for the brunch at foreign cinema, but it does increase my obsession with nopa.

somehow there always seems to be a seat at the bar just waiting for us, which seems like a sign that being there is absolutely a good idea and not irresponsible, regardless of how drunk we may get. and since this was our first brunch visit it felt like being there for the first time all over again, with new bartenders, food and drinks.

we asked the bartender to make us a nice light, bright cocktail… he served us gin, grapefruit juice, lemon, honey, and aperol, topped with cava. it was super light, clean on the palate, aftertaste was just a slight bitterness at back of palate (ie. it was so good we each had two)

food wise we had butter basted eggs, roasted carrots, escarole and crispy polenta (essentially polenta hash browns), and corned beef hash with poached eggs and house made english muffin. i’m usually disappointed by hash but this was so simple it was perfect.

i’m not sure if it felt more or less appropriate to be drinking an espresso martini at 2pm versus 2am but either way it was still delicious. and overall the visit proved to be just as good a way to spend a morning as an evening and only builds nopa up as my default spot when i want to grab a “quick bite and a drink…”


black manhattan

on my continued search for a staple whiskey drink i came upon the black manhattan at the residence. its a surprising cocktail that’s really smooth and pretty much tastes like fernet;  which as a ten year veteran of SF i definitely think is a good thing, so much so that i ordered a second.

black manhattan:
whippersnapper whisky, carpano antica, averna, angostura bitters, cherry

foreign cinema!

foreign cinema is easily my favorite brunch spot ever (in the world)! not only is their food always flawless but they have phenomenal outdoor seating. you’re also guaranteed to leave with a nice buzz (read: drunk and wanting to drink more) and wanting to do nothing but play and frollic for the rest of the day. so basically, don’t go there if brunch isn’t meant to be the center-point of your day.

on my last visit i enjoyed a (few) french kiss cocktails… grey goose, lillet, and a splash of champagne. i mean, this is really the way to start a day! had a few oysters to get going. some ahi tartare that was seriously perfect. the seared mahi-mahi with rice, veggies and cucumber raita confirmed for me that summer in february rules! and the balsamic fried eggs with garlic-potato hash, roasted greens and prosciutto might be the best egg dish i’ve ever had in my life. in fact, i want it now!

summer in the city means an endless craving for foreign cinema (and a dent in my wallet and sunday productivity… oh well)


weekend at boon

spent a few days in guerneville helping the gf on a photoshoot she was doing for her friend, owner/chef of boon restaurant and hotel. first of all, guerneville is a strange place, filled with gays and river people… a combination i’ve never really understood. second, boon is a fucken great place to stay. thirdly, i got to watch the sunrise three days in a row!

i could go on and on but i’ll just pull out the highlights of the trip:
– huddy got to come hang out, run and play to her hearts content (she’s still sleeping it off)
– i got to eat the pork belly sandwich at boon eat+drink again and i’m still craving it!
– we scored some free time to take a drive up westside road and hit up some great wineries. thomas george do amazing wines and we picked up a bottle of their sauvignon musque, the perfect way to start off summer. and arista is pinot noir heaven, where huddy was kept occupied playing chase with the chef’s son while we got some extra tastings of off-list wines.

fun food!

went to straw last night for dinner and left feeling like excited school kids! its a tiny little carnival themed restaurant that just opened in hayes valley, smells like fried food and has an old tilt-a-whirl booth in the window. its seriously like being at a carnival, except that the people working there are significantly less creepy…

ordered a few things to share. truffle oil popcorn was delicious. root beer was served in wine glasses. the waffle and fried chicken monte cristo sandwich (with blackberry jam, swiss cheese, and maple syrup for dipping!) is worth writing home about. and the crab sandwich was the perfect light and flavorful contrast to the insanity of the monte cristo… especially since i have a bias towards savory food.

basically the place just makes you happy, we’re still talking about the food today and already have a date to go back for brunch!

mules for thought…

mule cocktails have taken center stage in my home drinking life, replacing the vodka soda safety net and playing into my desire to drink more whiskey (this after years of whiskey being 86’d from my life… but thats a story for another day).

used bulleit bourbon to make an awesome take on a warsaw mule (typically a vodka drink): bourbon, fresh apple juice (seriously fresh, like right from the juicer!), fresh lime juice, a dash of bitters, and a sprig of fresh rosemary , topped with a splash of ginger beer.

the kentucky mule is also another good one to play with (moscow mule being the vodka version.) bourbon, fresh lime juice, ginger beer and some fresh mint to really liven it up.

now what i really want to know is what makes a cocktail a mule…