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Top 10 Things We Ate in California

Perbacco - Carne CrudaCarne Cruda at Perbacco (SF).  If you close your eyes while eating this magnificence, you may find yourself chasing chickens on the hills of Serralunga d’alba, while a little Barolo tipsy.  Once you open your eyes, you are eating this delicate hand chopped raw beauty aided by hazelnuts and quail egg at Perbacco.  This is one of San Francisco’s elite Italian specializing in dishes from the severely underrated region of Piedmont.

French Toast at NOPA (SF).  I’ve had a lot of French Toasts in my young adult life, and got the kilos to prove it.  While this French Toast doesn’t look very different than the rest of them, it couldn’t be more different.  A lot of work involved to reach such richness levels, and it only comes in one size, extra large, so great for sharing.  And while you at it, do try the great burger, before checking out SF’s version of the Painted Ladies nearby

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Carnitas Tacos at La Taqueria (SF) – Yes, the Carne Asada Burrito griddled El Dorado style was heavenly alright, but those Carnitas just blew me away.  Heaps of juicy porky goodness topped with pico de gallo produce pure awesomeness on every morsel.  At this busy Mission legend, off hours means only a 20 minute wait

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Culotte at Cockscomb (SF) – Yes, I still have a job, which means “Cockscomb” can be safely Googled.  Its actually the comb of a rooster, and also a name of a flower.  But in SF, its a name of a hidden gem in the SOMA neighborhood.  Their Bacon Chop is sort of of a revelation, and the beef heart tartare is as good as it gets.  But it was the perfectly cooked Sirloin cap (Culotte) that left that special lasting impression.  To make a Culotte this tender, requires talent, and all signs point to no shortage of it here.

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Burrito Mojado at Los Agaves (Santa Barbara) – Who knew Santa Barbara was such a Mexican mecca.  You certainly wouldnt know while watching all those soap operas in the late 80’s (remember?).  Guadalajaran specialties throughout the menu with this grande wet burrito at the helm.  Grande often means dry, lacking flavor, but not the case here.

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Mussels at Montrio Bistro (Monterey) – Since the meal at Montrio we’ve had Mussels on three different occasions, and all three resulted in disappointment, anger, and even expletives on one occasion.  PMD (Post Mussels Depression) is apparently a real thing.  Something one can get after experiencing Mussels from Penn Cove in Whidbey Island, Washington that can put Prince Edward Island Mussels to shame.  Cooked and served with a mild red curry broth, these were some of the fullest, sweetest mussels I ever had

Montrio Mussels

Rotisserie Chicken at El Huarique (LA) – A pleasant surprise in the middle of Venice Beach boardwalk was this hole in the wall producing some of the best Peruvian in recent memory (recent memory is 10 days give or take these days).  Unlike the plethora of touristy eats outside, there’s zero atmosphere here, unless you have a wall fetish.  The menu includes a nice Lomo Saltado, Chinese like beef and veggie stir fry, ceviche, and this perfectly spiced chicken.

El Huarique Chicken

Hummus With Mushrooms at Itzik Hagadol (LA) – “Big Isaac” came up as Donald Trump would say, “Huuuuuuuge”.  This Encino gem dishes out all the Israeli classics in a sprawling space that allows you to bring the entire Mishpucha without notice.  WITHOUT NOTICE!  The hummus had that perfectly creamy texture and flavor you can only find in select places.  And those shrooms elevated this thang even further.  And while you at it, try the Moldovan Mititei, beautifully spiced kebabs made from mixed ground meat.  Some of the bulkiest, juiciest Mititei I’ve had in recent memory

Itzik Hagadol Hummus

Fried Chicken at Big Sur Bakery (Big Sur) – I know fried chicken.  I mastered in fried chicken (minored in couscous).  This was good fried chicken.  And the pizzas, especially with egg, not too shabby at this perfect stop on your stop-go-stop-go-stop-lose-your-glasses Route 1 day

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“Toast and Jam” ice cream at Humphry Slocombe (SF) – We fell in deep lasting mad love with this ice cream shop in the Ferry Building.  The ice cream has all the textures and sharp flavors of a top notch Gelato (technicalities!).  While their top seller “Secret Breakfast” was brilliant indeed the “Toast and Jam” was even brillianter (Is that a word?  I think so).  Dying wish type stuff.

Strawberry Ice Pop at Yosemite National Park – Nothing particular noteworthy at this stand by the entrance to the mist trail.  Though having it at the end of the hike to the top of the falls on your way back can be as satisfying as any of the items above.  Like a gift from the gods.

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Three Days in San Francisco

NOPA

NOPA

This post was supposed to be a lot better, and longer.  Instead of eating our way through the famous Ferry Building Farmers Market, we spent the time struggling with United Airlines reps who cancelled our flight at the last minute. “But mam, you don’t understand, we need to be there for the Roti Roti Porchetta, and something called Loco Moco, 6 hours from now.  I’m a famous food blogger and this is perhaps my last chance for a Loco Moco, whatever that is”.  No dice!  No Ferry Building Market for us.  But we managed, persevered, and even made it to the Ferry building eventually.

Its been 15 years between visits for us.  Last time it was the sardines, the wine, and the rise of the female chef.  While this time it was the burrito, Carne Cruda and Full House.  Yes, this time with Full House obsessed kids who needed to see every FH site including the house, the painted ladies, and famous Stamos arrest sites.  The Painted Ladies thing totally fooled me I must say, due to my daily proximity to this scene in Times Square.  I just wasn’t expecting buildings.  And as I was admiring these beauties, I couldn’t help but shed a tear for the last two goldfish Ziggy Jr and Ziggy Jr Jr who tragically committed suicide while enduring all these Full House hours in that room

San Francisco food scene is undeniably good.  Farm to Table concept doesn’t exists here because its pretty much assumed.  Chefs enjoying easier access to raw materials and longer seasons.  “Its easier to cook here” is what I keep hearing from SF chefs.  Its one decent Uzbek away from a town I could actually live in (I kid, I kid.  It can also use a few Sri Lankan, Isan, and Georgian).  Lets begin our tour…Chinatown

New York City has anywhere between 5-10 Chinatowns depending on when you read this.  On average a Chinatown is added every 4 years, like the World Cup.  But none of them are like the San Francisco Chinatown, the oldest in the nation.  You got the fun and touristy for a reason Grant Street and the surrounding alleys.  And once you feel like you had enough, you can move one block over to Stockton Street where the local Chinese actually shop, perhaps the real Chinatown if you will.

Eastern Bakery - Coffee Crunch CakeEastern Bakery is believed to be the oldest bakery in Chinatown.  Inside it appears that not much has changed with its ancient feel and boasting of a Bill Clinton visit while he was still president.  I love this kind of old school.  While the pork buns failed to impress (not many do), the Coffee Crunch cake made up for it and then some.  Then there was The Fortune Cookie Factory, which was a revelation of sorts.  Eating these babies fresh is like eating lobster in Maine.  You can even personalize your Fortune Cookie with notes you can write yourself like “This was not Chicken”.  But why on earth in a seemingly family friendly place like this they would feature X-rated fortune cookies.

I wish I could tell you about the wonderful egg tarts of the infamous Golden Gate Bakery but they were on vacation.  Apparently they surprise close so much, there’s a website devoted to it.  Although the track record of the site screams for another site to tell you if the other site works or not.Fortune Cookie Factory

Perbacco tajarinOur love affair with everything Piedmont has landed us in Perbacco.  A semi-classy, sprawling, corporate joint in the Financial District.  They make their own Culatello which is a bonus but the highlights of the Salumi Misti pretty much stopped there.  Carne Cruda featuring hazelnuts and quail egg was outstanding.  The pillowy Agnolotti dal Plin had that pleasant explosiveness one can expect from Agnolotti, but I couldn’t help but wonder how they taste with plain butter.  The Tajarin was eggy and  buttery alright but the ragu fell a little flat.  The Stracci with the rabbit ragu, peppers and anise was more like it, the star of the pasta course.Perbacco - Carne Cruda

Our first wow moment however came the next day, NOPA for brunch.  Or what we call, lunch.  The more brunch I eat the more foreign the concept gets.  NOPA is a sprawling, busy, industrial space that’s efficient and good.  And with those famous Painted Ladies practically next door to boot.  The soft scrambled with cranberry bean succotash was why I go to California to eat every now and then.  The burger was perfection.  We know burgers.  We got PhDs in burger.  This was a good burger.  The famous French toast looks like any other French toast in this picture, but I’ve never had anything like it.  A lot of work involved to reach such richness levels.  Also, these guys don’t mess around with their NOLA like Bloody Marys.  The spiciest one I’ve had.  NOPA is a screaming buy.NOPA - French Toast

But the true envy for me, as in why cant we get this back home, home to 350,000 Mexicans I might add, came at La Taqueria in the Mission District.  Carne Asada Burrito was griddled El Dorado style was some of the tastiest of its kind.  Now I understand.  But what blew me away was the tacos carnitas with heaps of juicy pork goodness.  The flat Horachata can be forgiven with food such as this.  Go!  And while touring the murals, pop in Dandelion Chocolates for some hot coco and perhaps the best S’mores you will ever eat.  We had bigger plans to explore the various latin eateries, but a defective pedal boat in Golden Gate Park changed all that.  80 year old ladies who lunch were passing us, while lunching.
La Taqueria foodDandelion Chocolates S'mores
The biggest mystery we faced, other than guessing if Golden Gate Bakery was open or not on any particular day, was where to eat at Fisherman’s Wharf.  Still a mystery, sort of.  Scoma’s did the trick overall, but felt rather touristy with prices that don’t match the joy (simple Pappardelle Bolognese $26!).  Cioppino and mixed seafood grill were fine, and the crab Louis with shrimp salad was quite good, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I could have gotten a better value from any of the other touristy places aroundScomas Crab Louie
Ferry Building Mushroom storeI was determined to go to the Ferry Building after all, market or no market.  We saw a nice eclectic selection of purveyors, like a modern Chelsea Market, with great water views and clean bathrooms to boot.  I liked the mushroom store guys, who grow it all, including beautiful Maitake (hen of the woods).  The olive oil folks had a nice selection to sample including cheap “Traditional Modena Balsamic Vinegar”, high potential for false advertisement.  But since we weren’t hungry we settled for Humphry Slocombe ice cream and its creative gelato like textures and flavors.  Secret Breakfast was brilliant, and “Toast and Jam” even brillianterMushroom store
 At SOMA Eats in SOMA, we enjoyed breakfast with local SOMAliers.  Healthier, well prepared only in SOMA options like Breakfast Burrito, egg and salmon sandwich with SOMA coffee, and SOMA Orange juice.  We liked SOMA eats.  (memo to NYC, SF and anyone else who is listening.  How about giving neighborhoods real names).

Cockscomb artOur last meal turned out to be a doozy.  Cockscomb had potential to be strike two.  Of things I’m not supposed to Google from work.  Camelback mountain somehow became strike one.  Playful, inventive menu with an emphasis on buthery stuff.  Or in the case of the splendid beef heart tartare, mostly unwanted butcher stuff.  Personal relationships with well respected local farms and butchers enables Cockscomb to strive in what appears to be a not so happening location.  The grilled cheese sandwich with egg, one their most popular items, was a fine rendition.  Calamari stuffed with risotto, came with an “I can’t believe this is not Hummus” chickpea spread.  The Bacon Chop, a glorious cut with the pork belly attached, was a revelation of sorts.  Juiciness levels I haven’t seen since the college days.  From pork chops that is.  We liked the Zampini.  Nicely spiced pork and fennel sausage with corn and shishito salad.  But our favorite perhaps was the simple brilliance of the Culotte, a sirloin cap cooked to medium rare perfection.  And when you finish with a rare Panna Cotta that doesn’t suck, you know you are in the right place.  Cockscomb – worth googling, worth going out of the way for.Eastern BakeryLa Taqueria Burrito

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La Taqueria

Dandelion Chocolates

Cockscomb Pork

Cockscomb Pork

Cockscomb Panna Cotta

Cockscomb Panna Cotta

Cockscomb

Cockscomb

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