When I knew that a new restaurant had Pozole Verde Guerrero on their menu, I knew I wanted Jack Jacobs as my date. Jack had helped me lose my pozole virginity at La Alborada over on Sollano about ten years ago. And in case you don’t know, a guy introducing you to...
Is there anyone else out there old enough to remember Marlene Dietrich singing that song in Destry Rides Again? I was humming it to myself the other day when Don Day’s Wife and I were having lunch at Chikatana. I was thinking how tough it must be for Aleysha Serrato...
I am an old guy. Older than about 95% of the world’s population. Which means I have had a greater opportunity to make mistakes in my life, have failures in my career, and perhaps have a few regrets about what I might have done or not done about them. There’s a movie...
It had already become a tradition when I lived in London in the late seventies. “Fancy some Indian after the pub closes?” “Pick up some Indian on the way home, please, love.” “Why don’t I just run out and get some Indian; Spurs are on Match of the Day.” It was one of...
I moved to San Francisco in 1998 and…forget Alcatraz, Fisherman’s Wharf and the Golden Gate Bridge…there were two places I wanted to, not just go to, but experience: Chez Panisse and Stars. They were both restaurants and they had something very much in...
The place was France. The date was May 24, 1976. It’s now remembered as The Judgment of Paris. It pitted some of California’s best wines against the best of France and much to the shock of the world (and especially the French), David beat Goliath. California won. The...
Recent Comments