Posts tagged ‘restaurant’

June 11, 2012

Mayo Expectations

I think I am a bit out of touch when it comes to food expectations.  A girlfriend and I were having lunch at a local eatery last week when I saw the bus boy come out of the kitchen with a giant jug of Kraft Mayo.  I was appalled.  Jaw dropped to the floor, appalled.  I not so discreetly whispered to her that we could not order the deviled eggs, because they didn’t make their own mayonnaise.  She is a fellow foodie, so I thought she would nod in agreement.  Instead I got a head cock with a slight look of amusement.  Why wasn’t the jug of fake mayonnaise offensive to her?!  It’s not like we were sitting in Jimmy John’s.

In an attempt to prevent this restaurant from going on my black list, I asked the waiter about their mayonnaise. I also really wanted deviled eggs.

Me:  Do you make your own mayonnaise?
Waiter:  *Similar head cock with a look of confusion*  I don’t know, but I don’t think so.
Me:  Hmm…that’s disappointing.
Waiter:  Do most restaurants make their own mayo?
Me:  Of course!

But now that I am thinking about it, I don’t know if homemade mayonnaise is a normal expectation.  It is the expectation in my own kitchen, so why not in restaurants?

By the way, we went ahead and ordered the deviled eggs.  Fake mayo and all.  They were awful.

July 22, 2011

I am going Vegan

Not really.  But I would consider it if I lived near Source in San Francisco and had an unlimited food budget that allowed me to eat there for 75% of my meals.  I wouldn’t even sneak a hunk of meat when no one was looking.  How did we find this piece of dining heaven that was created to feed all of my senses and my soul?  That was pulled straight from their table tent.

Well the fiancé and I were famished.  He had a specific restaurant in mind, but all he could remember was the proximity to a brewery (shocker) and that it had 4.5 stars on Yelp.  I was about to get real pleasant when we finally looked up from the Yelp app and realized we were conveniently parked in front of the restaurant.  That is also when I saw the word “VEGAN” just below the name.  Vegan?!  I said I was famished.  We agreed to one appetizer so that I wouldn’t faint before we found real food.

We walked in and the mouthwatering aroma, huge menu, and lack of a pasty veggie burger in sight made us change our plan.  This place was outstanding.  I would give up beef burgers for their vegan burger…for life!  You have heard me go on and on about pizza enough to know what a critic I am.  Guess what?  These guys know their pizza.  They even use truffle oil!  The juice of the gods.  I have no idea how they make that vegan stuff taste better than chicken but they do.  I encourage you to visit this joyful sanctuary (again, their words) next time you are in San Francisco.  Think of the cheesy marketing and creative writing as a replacement for the actual cheese on your pizza.


February 23, 2011

The Ungettable Reservation

I am anti all things pretentious.  This especially applies to restaurants.  Dinner at Nick & Sam’s or Capital Grille sounds painful.  Yes, the food is delicious, but it is such a snooze and so…expected.  I’ll leave it for the cougars and status chasers.

Our distaste for it is just one reason why the fiancé and I were anxiously awaiting Lucia.  A new Bishop Arts gem without the slightest air of snobiness, even when it would be well deserved.  We aren’t planners when it comes to our personal lives, so getting a table with a month long wait list had us discouraged.  That was until we had the ice storm.  Voila!  The non-OC locals couldn’t get up the hill and we got the ungettable reservation with friends and neighbors.  The dinner and company were amazing.  Comfortable, rustic, and inviting…exactly how food and dining should be.  The space matched the food and people perfectly.  Have you ever noticed how important this is in your experience?

My recommendation at Lucia?  Go with a small group and share everything.  Pasta (gnocchi and a spaghetti), salumi, duck, pork cheeks…oh my, the list goes on…and changes frequently.   All the more reason for me to go back soon.

February 16, 2011

Restaurant Blacklist

There is a little bit of irony in this post.  I am about to dog on a restaurant while I am sitting in that very restaurant enjoying a beer (Local 1).  I tried to go home after work, but Zoila is still cleaning and eating queso (need a Zoila refresher?).  To avoid a barrage of questions about what/how to clean, I made my way to Eno’s for beer and email catch up.  Screw the coffee shop.

The fiance has a restaurant blacklist.  We have certain, but not unreasonable, expectations about service and quality.  One establishment that I can’t believe is NOT on the list is Eno’s.  Love, love their beer, but if only their staff knew a thing or two about the deliciousness they serve.  It’s almost as if they threw darts at the craft beer world and they happened to hit some good ones.  And jesus their pizza sucks.

You know how I like to recall conversations, so here is another one.

Me: What saisons do you have?
Bartender 1: Long pause and intense look of confusion. I don’t know what that is.
Me: Uh…
The fiance: Like Saison DuPont.
Bartender 1: Lightbulb. Oh! We have that!
Me: In pain from biting my tongue

Bartender 2: His face is cringing as he dumps out a very large taste of a beer.
Me: You didn’t like what you tasted?
Bartender 2: No, not at all.  Way too heavy.
Me: What was it?
Bartender 2: Local 1.
Me: Heart breaking about the dumped Local 1.

Eno’s, you have so much potential!  We will continue to visit regularly because your beer is so damn good (and your space is pretty cool too), but please teach your staff about what they are serving.  “Just a beer” is not an acceptable response to “Tell me about a Little Sumpin’ Wild.”

Deuces and Smooches,

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