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Going Places: The West Highland Way, Highlights 2

After Rowardennan, we moved on to Inverarnan.  We spent the entire day walking along Loch Lomond.  The landscape was breathtaking.  Definitely my favorite day on the hike.

                   

Wildflowers, wild goats, gnarly, mossy, trees silhouetted against Loch Lomond, every different kind of green you could possibly imagine and then more--the kind of beauty that leaves you speechless.  When we decided to do this hike, this is what I imagined it would be.

After a 16-mile day, a misty rain was falling as we arrived at Beinglas Farm in Inverarnan.  There were some campsites on the farm as well and we spent our hot showers thanking our lucky stars we weren't pitching a tent in the rain.  They had just built these cozy cabins the previous year and it made for the most charming accommodations on the hike.  And, of course, one of the oldest pubs in Scotland just happened to be a hop, skip and a jump away--Drover's Inn.  We played some spades by the roaring fire and tried a few different scotches to go along with our meal.  A great way to end a spectacular day.

 

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Going Places: The West Highland Way, Highlights 1

As you may have noticed, wi-fi became pretty scarce early on in our hike.  This may not be a very blogger thing to say, but I really didn't mind.  The huge appeal of traveling for me is getting away.  And these days, you have to work pretty hard to actually get away from it all.  Wi-fi, cell phones, iPads, laptops--they all conspire to keep you connected even in the most remote places.  

By the second or third day of the West Highland Way, we were pretty disconnected from the world in a really wonderful way.  Rosanne and I literally spent hours discussing the different types of pine trees we were seeing on one stretch of the hike.  We all mused that we never knew so many shades of green existed.  Doug and I had deep, lengthy conversations of the kind we never seem to have time for at home.  We discovered the difference between lamb, hogget and mutton.  We discussed European politics with a retired Poli-Sci professor in a crowded pub.  We psycho-analyzed our kids from afar.  This was a hike that fed my body, mind and soul.  Sometimes you just need to re-charge like that.

Here are some photo highlights from the rest of the hike.

           
From Drymen, we hiked on to Rowardennan.  The first order of the day was getting over Conic Hill--a 1200 ft ascent that afforded us our first glimpse of spectacular Loch Lomond.  After the ascent, we made our way down lochside for a well-deserved lunch at the Oak Tree Pub in Balmaha.  Hands down, one of the best meals I had on the trail.  I had a Malaysian Rendang beef curry that would have been delicious even if I hadn't just hike 9 miles!
       
After lunch, the path was lush and fairly flat.  We weaved in and out of Loch Lomond until we reached the Rowardennan Hotel.  After a nice hot shower, it was on to pints and cards at the Clansman Pub next door.

 

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Going Places: Day 1, Milngavie to Drymen

 

         
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Rolled into 
Drymen
 a couple of hours ago after a glorious 12 mile hike.  This morning, we woke up to blue skies and sunny weather--apparently a rarity in Scotland, particularly the Highlands.  We had a leisurely breakfast of toast, baked beans
, roasted tomato, mushrooms and eggs.  Afterward, we filled up on water and officially started the 96 mile journey from Milngavie to Fort William.
 
Since it starts from a suburb outside of Glasgow, I wasn't expecting this part of the hike to be particularly stunning.  I figured the dramatic scenery would start as we moved further away from civilization.  But almost as soon as we started walking, we were greeted with spectacularly lush greenery and an abundance of wild daffodils.  Happy cows and sheep dotted the rolling fields of green and the sun breaking through the flitting dark clouds created beautifully atmospheric lighting.  

The weather was perfect for hiking--brisk and energizing.  We discovered moorish patches of land where Rosanne and I imagined Heathcliff on horseback, brooding as he rode with the wind on his back.  We wandered through dark forests filled with moss-covered trees that our kids would have certainly appreciated as the most magical setting for a giant game of hide-and-seek.  Every once in a while, despite the sunshine, bursts of light rain and hail would patter softly on our shoulders.

After about seven miles, we came upon the Glendoyne Scotch Distillery.  Of course we made the  detour.  We climbed over a wooden stile (we figured returning this way was part of the post-scotch tasting sobriety test) and, after a brief traffic jam involving some surly cows and lackadaisical sheep, we were inside a cozy tasting room.  The place smelled peaty, grassy, woodsy.  We tried the 10 year (unpleasantly fiery), the 17 year (mellowed, more refined with hints of caramel) and the 21 year (brilliant--aged in sherry casks, it had sweet undertones and a complex, earthy flavor).  Doug ended up carrying two small bottles of the 21 year old Scotch on the rest of our hike.  We will definitely be busting those out after the challenging 20-mile hike days ahead.

Less than a half mile after the distillery, we stopped at the Beech Tree Pub for lunch.  The meal was a welcome break--we were ravenous after walking and tasting scotch all morning.  What was most memorable about lunch, however, was not lunch itself.  It was dessert.  Rosanne was intrigued by the Deep Fried Mars Bar on the menu and insisted on ordering it.  Apparently, the owners have tried to remove this item from the menu a number of times only to be met with vigorous protest.  So, there it was on the menu, beckoning Rosanne.          
 

       
When it arrived, looking like a phallic piece of tempura and strangely accompanied by orange sherbet, we cautiously took our forks to it.  I was not a big fan--it was just too much.  The batter was heavy and oily, and the Mars bar (a European version of the Milky Way bar, by the way) was sickeningly sweet after it had been fried.  The best part of the whole concoction was the orange sherbet.  But now, I can safely check deep-fried candy bars off the to-do list.

The rest of the hike was pleasant and peaceful.  We arrived at the Hawthorns B + B in the late afternoon, where Natalie, the very friendly proprietor, showed us our comfortable rooms and suggested we head to the local spa for a steam and jacuzzi.  A soothing balm for our tired bodies.  
After our restorative spa stop, we showered and headed over to the Clachan Pub for pints, cards and dinner.  Clachan Pub, established in 1734, is the oldest pub in Scotland.  The pub is charming and cozy--worn copper bars, heavy drapery, red velvet booths, tartan rugs and a real sense of history.  The pints hit the spot, I didn't lose too badly at cards and, at dinner, I finally tasted my first haggis.  

Haggis is a traditional Scottish dish containing sheep's heart, liver and lungs minced with onion, oatmeal, spices and salt.  Typically, the haggis is simmered in the animal's stomach for about three hours.  My kids found this description to be so gross they, of course, made me promise to try it.  I had to fulfill my promise. The haggis that I had tonight was stuffed into a butterflied filet mignon and served with a whisky cream sauce.  Not bad, not bad at all.           

 

 

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Going Places: Milngavie--The Beginning of the West Highland Way

           
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Arrived in Milngavie (pronounced Mul-gay) around 6pm Monday night.  Milngavie is a suburb about 10 miles outside of Glasgow and has become rather well known as the starting point for the famed West Highland Way.  West Highland Way is a 96 mile walk from Milngavie to Fort William through the dramatic Scottish Highlands.  It is regarded by many as one of the most spectacular walks in the world--we're here to check it out for ourselves.

At first glance, Milngavie is not particularly charming.  As I mentioned, suburban and sort of non-descriptly modern.  We are staying in a place called the West Highland Gate--the ambience is hospital meets Travelodge.  But it is very clean and comfortable and the receptionist is hysterical. Her first piece of advice was to avoid the hotel restaurant (aka Beefeater).  

Instead she directed us to an Italian restaurant called Andiamo (a fitting name for the beginning of our journey) that she described as being owned by a bunch of clueless lawyers.  She also mentioned that there were rumors that it was closing down because the lawyers were...err...clueless.  Nevertheless, she continued, she had sent many other guests there and had never heard a word of complaint.  Even though the restaurant was only a few blocks away from our hotel and Milngavie isn't exactly burgeoning with restaurant options, she hadn't visited the place herself.

Armed with this vague endorsement, we headed to Andiamo.  We need to carbo-load for our hike, right?  The walk to the restaurant warmed us up to the town of Milngavie.  Past our Travelodge wanna-be, there are beautiful old brick buildings, spectacular cherry blossoms and patches of vibrant tulips.  The air is crisp and  invigorating after our long train ride.  The waning evening light (we are fairly far up north and, already, it stays light until about 9pm here) creates a warm glow that contrasts with the cool weather.

I brought my camera to take photos of the town but didn't really intend to document what I thought would be a below-average meal.  But I gotta say, we were all very pleasantly surprised by Andiamo.  Rosanne thought the Insalata Caprese was better than anything you would get in most places in LA (and, trust me, she is a caprese junkie--she would know).  My Insalata Rucola con Parmigiano was, bright, peppery and perfectly dressed with an aged balsamic vinaigrette--everything a wild arugula salad should be.  The guys split a mushroom pizza drizzled with white truffle oil.  Even the Spaghetti Carbonara was the real deal.  We could have been in Florence inste
ad of Milngavie.  Maybe those lawyers know what they're doing after all.

Afterward, we wandered around the town center where we found the actual starting point for our hike.  Lots of great signs and information about the West Highland Way--a perfect way to get pumped up about tomorrow.  It was still a bit early, so we decided to take our waitress' advice and head over to a new pub called Cyan for a nightcap.  First thing, I would not describe Cyan as a pub.  It is a hip bar located on a charming alley at the edge of the village center.  Pulsating with hip-hop jazz and decorated with a sleek white interior, we could have easily been somewhere in Central London or San Francisco.  The owner was super-friendly and chatted with us about the state of Scottish unemployment (high) and politics (corrupt).  

Turns out Milngavie is a charming place after all.  This is what I love more than anything about traveling.  The unexpected.  Being reminded not to judge a book by its cover.  Discovering new places and conversing with strangers.  But, perhaps, most importantly, having the luxury of time to appreciate it all.  

www.andiamo-restaurants.com
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Going Places: London Lunch--Ping Pong Dim Sum

         

Woke up late this morning--still recovering from a bit of jet lag.  The boys set off early to get a proper shave before we go on our hike.  They came back with a great story (90 year old barber from Cypress who used to be the personal barber for the Archbishop of Canterbury), but not such a great shave.  We all got a good laugh out of it.  Rosanne and I met for tea at the hotel bar to tide over our morning hunger.

We were leaving on a train to Glasgow today to begin our trek.  But not before lunch.  We needed something quick, satisfying and decidedly NOT English.  We figure we'll be eating Scottish food on our hike all week, so we were looking for some ethnic flavor before we immersed ourselves in the land of haggis.  If you don't know what haggis is, keep reading my blog and you will--I've promised my children video footage of me trying it!

A walk around the neighborhood lead us to Ping Pong Dim Sum.  We sat at the bar where we watched the open kitchen in action.  The menu is comprised various Asian-inspired tapas.  Vietnamese Spring Rolls, Chive Dumplings, Chinese Greens with Deep Fried Shallots in a Soy Sauce, Crispy Pork Puffs--you get my drift.  

The food was fresh, flavorful and exactly what we were looking for.  My personal favorite was the Prawn, Coconut Water and Mushroom soup.  It had the same tartness and complexity of a Thai coconut soup, but much lighter and broth-like because instead of coconut milk, they used coconut water.  Such a soulful soup.

The tea selection was fun too.  We tried the Lemongrass Iced Tea, the Lychee Iced Tea and the Kalamansi (a Filipino citrus that is a cross between a lime and an orange) Iced Tea--all yummy.  I think the Kalamansi (surprise surprise) was my favorite, particularly since it came with some boba.  

After chatting up the chef, we were surprised to discover that Ping Pong is a chain of Dim Sum places--they have around twelve locations throughout London.  I would have never guessed that given the ambience and the quality of the food--it truly seemed one-of-a-kind.  Highly recommended for a casual, quick and fun lunch.

 

By the way, I should mention that we stayed at the Soho Hotel while we were in London and I'm a big fan.  The rooms are surprisingly roomy (this is London we're talking about here), light-filled and tastefully decorated.  The service was top-notch (we got to check in at 11am so we could nap after our long flight) and the hotel bar super-hip.  It is also very central and within walking distance to a bunch of shopping areas and cool-looking restaurants.  Plus, who can resist a hotel that has a gigantic Botero sculpture in the lobby?

Next post from Scotland...

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Going Places: London, One Night Only--Amaya Bar and Grill

                 

 

Doug and I both turn 40 this year.  As part of our 80th birthday celebration, we've decided to trek through the Highlands of Scotland with our close friends Rosanne and Karsten.  But since we had to fly through London, the guys thought it'd be a great idea to spend the night and see Chelsea's last game (Chelsea whooped Wigham's ass 8-0 and won the premiership) of the season before heading off to Glasgow.  As it happens, we also have some great friends in town who are living the expat life--so, this was a great chance to catch up with them as well.

After a lot of haggling back and forth as to where to go for dinner--so many restaurants in London are closed Sunday night and I kept suggesting places that were apparently an hour away by cab--we settled on Amaya Bar and Grill in Chelsea.  

Amaya is an Indian Fusion restaurant that takes a contemporary riff on classic Indian grilling techniques and ingredients.  The result is food that is seductively fragrant, intricately flavored and and unconventionally delicious.  Since the conversation was flowing and nobody wanted to spend a lot of time dissecting on the expansive menu, we opted for the regular Tasting Menu (there is a Royal Tasting Menu that sounded amazing but it was an intimidating amount of food, even for me!).  I had also been told by a friend not to miss the Rock Oysters, so I threw in an order of those.

I'll start by saying that the food was flying off the table so quickly that I barely had time to take photographs.  We started with an Indian version of Minced Chicken in Lettuce Cups along with an entire array of condiments--finely ground peanuts (Karsten compared it to crack it was so addictive), finely ground rose petals, rhubarb chutney and a spicy tomato chutney.  What an explosion of flavors.  Freshly-baked Naan also graced the table.

Next came the famous Rock Oysters.  Flash-grilled and served with an unbelievably curry sauce, this was definitely my favorite course.  Even the non-oyster fans at the table ooohed and aaahed. 

After this, we were treated to a traditional Tandoori Chicken that our friend Scott was convinced had a hint of calendula?  Whatever it was, the result was a chicken that was comfortingly familiar yet pleasantly different.  The chicken was served with a Rose Petal Raita with bits of pomegranate seed--a surprising combination that really worked.

Then it was on to Grilled Veal Rolls that looked like a traditional ground kebab, filled with the most delicious paste of...was it red pepper?  The vegetable courses were delicious in their own right.  Browned broccoli served with yogurt elevated this humble vegetable into a meal unto its own.  And everyone was a huge fan of the beautifully presented sweet potatoes served with a sweetish curry sauce.  

A Grouper Kebab wrapped in banana leaves came next.  This had a wonderfully smoky flavor that contrasted perfectly with the sweetness of the fish.  

Deliciously spiced Ground Lamb and a boldly flavored Grilled Chicken (the marinade was like an Indian version of pesto) rounded out the savory portion of the Tasting Menu.  Dessert was a light serving of key lime pie, macerated blueberries and refreshing mint gelee.  

We were a happy, satisfied bunch by the end of the night.  The round table was conducive to great conversation with good friends, the service was friendly and the family style servings was a nice reminder of the beauty of a truly shared meal. 

www.amaya.biz

 

 

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Outtakes: A Bit of an Explanation

My husband/best friend/most honest critic has commented that he finds my blog to be too, errr...effusive.  Now, he's the eternal pessimist and I'm the daydreaming optimist in our relationship, so this comment makes sense.  But, it did get me thinking that perhaps I should explain a little about my thought process in writing this blog.  I never intended for this to be a restaurant review blog or, for that matter, a recipe review blog.  When you review restaurants or recipes, you inevitably have to write about a lot of duds.

I don't want to write about duds.  I want to write about things that excite me and move me.  I go to plenty of restaurants that I don't include in this blog and I make plenty of meals don't make the cut.  So, this is the best of.  The best of my meals, the best of my restaurant experiences and generally all the things that inspire me to sit down and share.  I just didn't want you to think that I was a restaurant critic on happy pills.  That's all.

P.S.  I included that photograph of my daughter because a) I was told you always need a photo with a blog post and b) I really like it.  

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Going Places: A Weekend of Meals in San Francisco, Part Deux

 

                         
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Continuing on with our weekend of meals, we hit a lot of old favorites for the rest of our trip.  
 
Saturday Mid-Afternoon Treat:  Mitchell's Ice Cream
After our planned stroll across the Golden Gate Bridge was disrupted by a guy threatening to jump off the bridge (we were literally 3 feet away from the guy--try explaining that one to your kids), we were reminded to seize the day and decided we needed a mid-afternoon treat.  And, on a warm day in San Francisco, nothing beats Mitchell's Ice Cream.  Apparently, we were not the only people with this thought.  There is always a line at Mitchell's--rain or shine.  But, really, I'd never seen a line this long.  We were on a mission, however, and nothing was getting in our way.  
 
Mitchell's is a family-run ice cream shop in the Mission District that has been around since 1953--it is an institution.  It deserves to be an institution--the ice cream is wonderful and the flavors are always daring.  I have a particular affinity to the place because for some bizzare reason that I've never been able to figure out, they use a lot of Filipino fruits and ingredients for their ice creams.  My personal favorite is the buko--young coconut.  It reminds me of my tropical childhood and it actually stands the test of time--it is as delicious now as I remember it being when I was a child.  Mitchell's is definitely worth a visit next time you're in SF.
 
 
Saturday Dinner:  Kokkari
One of our favorite places when we lived in SF.  An upscale Greek restaurant with delicious, authentic food and the most rustic, romantic ambience.  The table is laden with delicious olives and we start with a plate of mezze--fresh, warm pita bread with roasted eggplant (Melitzanosalata) and yogurt with cucumbers (Tzatsiki).  A great start to the evening.
 
Doug can't resist the Moussaka (basically an awesome lasagna of spiced lamb, eggplant and bechamel sauce) here.  We spent a month in Greece last summer and none of the Moussakas we had there (and trust me, we tried our fair share) compared to the one at Kokkari.  The kids and I had Grilled Lamb Chops with Lemon-Oregano Vinaigrette--so Greek and so delicious.  My dad had a whole Branzino roasted in the wood-fired oven.  Beautiful and so fresh and sweet.  We've been here countless times and it never disappoints.  A great place for a special occasion or an intimate date night.

Apologies for the dingy photos--being the newbie blogger that I am, I forgot my tripod on this trip--argh.

 
Sunday Lunch:  Slanted Door
We never go to SF without eating at SD.  It's a rule.  We have been fans of this place since it was at its original location in the Mission with slanted doors (hence the name!).  We followed it to its temporary location near the baseball stadium and, finally, to its current location at the Ferry Building.  The food is still as good as it ever was--a lot more pricey, but still as good.
 
A lot of my friends who actually still live in SF have become detractors--too pricey, too touristy, not as good as it used to be.  But I am still a huge fan and I pray that Charles Pham will one day have the sense to open an outpost in LA!  Yes, I miss the original Mission prices and the Ferry Building location definitely shouts tourist.  So, to avoid the overly touristy feeling, we pretty much only have lunch there when we're in town--and it always seems like it is definitely more of a local scene then.  As for the prices, we only go to SF a few times a year, so I think of it as rare treat.  And, what a treat it is.
 
The Crispy Imperial Rolls are always a great way to start the meal.  The quintessential egg roll.  Light, airy and crispy on the outside and steaming hot, savory and delicious on the inside.  The egg rolls are served with romaine lettuce, rice noodles, mint, thai basil and fish sauce--the idea is to take the rolls, wrap them in the lettuce with some noodles and herbs and dip in the fish sauce. 
 
Doug is very partial to the Vegetarian Spring Rolls.  Fresh rolls wrapped in rice paper and filled with tofu, shitakes, cabbage, mint and an awesome peanut sauce.  We pretty much know to leave the whole order in front of him to keep him happy.
 
There are a few other items we always order when we are there.  Shaking Beef--the name kinda says it all.  Cubes of filet mignon perfectly sauteed, served over watercress and accompanied by an unbelievable lime vinegar sauce.  My friend Francine used to order a side of the sauce just for herself whenever we ate at SD.  This is one of their classic dishes and deservedly so.  If you're a meat eater, you can't come here without ordering this--even if it is $29.  It's worth it.
 
The Chicken Claypot is another thing that is on our must-order list.  Chicken is braised slowly in a claypot with a caramel sauce, chilies, and fresh ginger.  Out of this world--especially when you spoon the sauce over rice.
 
Speaking of rice, another reason to come to SD during lunch is it's the only time they serve Broken Rice.  I don't know why they stopped serving it at dinner but it's a shame because it's the bomb.  Apparently, broken rice is rice that is broken during harvest and is, therefore, less appealing and less expensive.  Whatever it is, it is way better than regular rice.  It is somehow nuttier, and absorbs sauces better.  Kind of difficult to explain but you'll know what I'm talking about when you taste it.
 
Back to the dishes.  Cellophane Noodles with Dungeness Crab Meat.  'Nuf said.
 
One of the newer (to us) items on the menu was the Grilled Hamachi Collar.  Served with pickled green mango and spicy ginger-fish dipping sauce, this is way better than anything you'll get at a Japanese restaurant.  Really.
 
Finally, we always order one of their seasonal vegetable dishes.  Sometimes it's corn, other times it's brocolli.  This time we opted for Sugar Snap Peas with Maitake Mushrooms.  And, if there is ever whole fish on the menu, just say yes.  
 
A great last meal for our weekend of indulgence.  Next up, hiking Scotland's West Highland Way.  Stay tuned.

 

 

 

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Going Places: A Weekend of Meals in San Francisco, Part One

 

                       
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We were up in San Francisco for my mom's 70th birthday this past weekend.  Having been fortunate enough to live there for six years, any visit to SF these days requires hours of gastronomic plotting.  Are we gonna go to our old favorites?  Which new places are we going to try?  Will we be able to get a coveted reservation at Slanted Door?  Is it going to be warm enough for an ice cream treat at Mitchell's--oh, alright, I'll have it even if it's foggy!

 
This particular weekend, we opted to go for some old standby's AND venture out to a couple of new (to us) places.  Why is it that San Francisco takes its food so seriously and that the restaurants there are always cutting edge, interesting and so darn good?  There's no denying the food scene in LA has gotten a lot better over the years--but San Francisco is always a step ahead.  From paving the way for organic, seasonal and local eating, to embracing filtered water and banning bottled water in restaurants, San Francisco has always been ahead of the curve.  It is truly a food lover's paradise.  And this weekend of meals was no exception.  Almost makes me want to move back.  Almost (sorry Doug).
 
Friday Dinner:  Nettie's Crab Shack
Any restaurant that has the word "crab" in its name is right up my family's alley.  Plus, even grumpy Michael Bauer gives it a thumbs up.  So, it was a no-brainer to give this Cow Hollow eatery a try for our first meal straight from the airport.  Nettie's did not disappoint.
 
The place has a great Cape Cod vibe to it--big wood tables, old plank floors and big picture windows.  The menu is--no surprise here--seafood centric.  Very similar to Blue Plate Oysterette but with a crab twist.  We started with some type of east coast Oysters.  They were briny, creamy and delicious washed down with a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc.  
 
Next it was Mussels with Fatted Calf Chorizo and herbs--boy were these good.  So good we ordered a second bucket.  The mussels were perfectly plump and sweet and the chorizo added a hint of salt and spice.  I may have to try making this at home.  We also had Manila Clams steamed and served in a buttery broth.  A classic.
 
Finally it was on to the main attraction--crabs.  They serve whole Dungeness Crabs two ways--steamed or roasted.  We had one of each.  Both were delicious but the roasted one was out of this world.  The roasting and herbs added a depth of flavor to the crab that made the steamed one pale in comparison.  The crabs were meaty and perfectly cooked.  Silence prevailed as we all worked diligently to pry the meat out of their shells--I couldn't get the meat out fast enough for the kids.  
 
But that wasn't all.  The crabs came with some delicious sides as well.  Roasted, Caramelized Cauliflower, Roasted Lemon Asparagus, Skillet Cornbread, Shoestring Fries and a simple Butter Lettuce Salad.  Perfect accompaniments to the crabs.  
 
If you're in SF and in the mood for a crab and seafood feed, this is the place to be.  Just don't forget to take your crab bibs off on the way out.
 
www.nettiescrabshack.com
 
Saturday Lunch:  Nopalito
I have to give a shout-out to Jen-eye for this recommendation.  One of my favorite casual restaurants in SF is Nopa (As in North of the Pan Handle--every little area of SF is considered a "neighborhood" and has a name.  When we lived there, we joked that our neighborhood should be called Upper Safeway.).  Nopa serves a lot of simple, seasonal food out of their wood-fired oven.  Always crowded, always delicious.
 
Now, my friend Jen tells me, they've opened another place called Nopalito--a Mexican-inspired restaurant utilizing seasonal, organic and sustainable ingredients.  Sold.  After a fun visit to the Academy of Sciences (one of the best museums I've ever been to, by the way--the Rain Forest exhibit is spectacular), we headed to Nopalito for a late lunch.
 
We started with their agua fresca-inspired homemade beverages.  I had the Mint-Bergamot Lemonade--unbelievably refreshing and mouthwateringly delicious!  The combination of flavors--the subtle citrus essence of the bergamot, the crisp freshness of the mint and the tart lemonade--wow.  I've never waxed so poetic about a non-alcoholic drink before but, trust me, this was ridiculously good.  I'd go there again just for the lemonade!
 
Then it was on to sharing a Quesadilla Roja con Chicharron--fresh made chile-corn tortilla, crisp pork belly, salsa, cheese, onions and cilantro.  After one bite I was bemoaning why we don't have places like this in LA.  The quesadilla was an artful array of textures.  The doughy tortilla, the melted cheese, the crispy bits of pork belly all bound together by the salsa peppered with fresh cilantro.  So simple and so perfect.
 
Doug had the Torta de Chiloria--a shredded pork adobo sandwich with refried beans, cheese onions and avocado on a house made bun.  A great rendition of the classic pulled-pork sandwich.  The kids shared an amazing Carnitas--long braised pork, orange, bay leaf, cinnamon and beer cabbage salad, pickled jalapenos and tomatillo salsa.  What was so unusual about this carnitas is that they serve the pork shoulder whole instead of shredded.  So the outside is crisp but the meat falls apart with the touch of a fork.  The kids couldn't keep us away from their carnitas!  
 
Not everything was perfect.  I ordered the Albondigas al Chilmole--grass fed beef meatballs, charred chiles, cumin, tomatillo, garlic, pickled red onion, bits of hard-boiled egg and rice.  Apparently, this entire dish is defined by the smoky flavor of the charred chiles--the meatballs basically had a very burnt taste to them.  We all agreed that this dish was not a winner.  
 
But what happened next was very San Francisco.  When the waiter noticed that I hadn't touched my meatballs, he apologized for not explaining that the meatballs might have been an acquired taste and immediately took it off the bill.  Then he brought over some almond polveron cookies.  A wonderful end to a wonderful meal.  
 
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Good Stuff: Thursday Family Dinner at Huckleberry, Part Deux

 

           
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Is it a no-no to blog about the same thing twice?  Not if it's really, really good.  I couldn't help it--after the amazing Thursday night book club meal at Huckleberry's a couple of weeks ago (http://www.braisd.com/good-stuff-thursday-night-family-dinners-at-h ), I had to return and see if it's that good every week.  So, Doug and I took a wonderful walk over there last Thursday night and promptly got a great table by the window.  
 
The answer is a resounding yes--it was just as good as the first time.  We started with a dry rose', a warm, fresh baked baguette, delicious sweet cream butter (perfectly served at room temperature--don't you hate it when restaurants serve cold pats of butter that you are forced to chip off to put on your bread?) and an addictive roasted whole garlic.  I would have been happy if the meal ended here.  I typically don't eat a ton of bread at meals because I want to save myself for the main attractions--but, Doug and I polished the whole baguette off and would have had more if the rest of the meal wasn't so satisfying and delicious.
 
Next up was a simple Butter Lettuce Salad with some thinly sliced radish and a nice, tangy tarragon sherry vinaigrette.  Such a nice, refreshing course.  I actually wish we had requested they serve the salad after the entree, European style--next time!  
 
Then it was on to a slow cooked Meyer Ranch Beef Stew--perfect for the surprisingly brisk spring evening.  The stew had some baby carrots, fresh peas and spring onions that literally looked and tasted like they just walked off the Farmer's Market.  The meat was tender and hearty--we had moved onto a Syrah by this point and the flavors were perfectly matched.  And, don't forget the kernel-filled corn bread that you could use to scoop up what was left of the delicious stew.  
 
The last course was a Mixed Berry Trifle.  How fun!  Who serves trifles at restaurants???  Sure, they're beautiful to look at when they are presented to the table in a glass trifle bowl, but they get a little bit less aesthetic when you start serving portions.  Huckleberry threw caution to the wind and served trifle anyway.  The waitress was definitely getting a serious workout walking around with the trifle bowl and it made a great conversation piece.  Something about being served out of the communal trifle bowl made the whole experience more of a shared one--almost like we were having a fun, boisterous dinner at someone's home.  And, that is precisely what makes this experience so great.  I'll definitely be a regular--but I promise to stop blogging about it.  

 

 

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