…of your patience and perseverance. I am in SF, on our occasional Phil Tour of this great city. In the rain. And the cold. But don’t let that fool you into thinking that it’s not fun, Oh, no. It’s been great!
We almost had mojitos at Lux, but they’re still closed. So we had shrimp and baby artichoke on crostini, and clams and oysters on the half-shell. And then, oh then, this is the greatest part—we almost had dinner at Ace Wasabi last night, but we spent too much time gobbling beef ribs at Three seasons and there was an hour wait for sushi after that. So, there was nothing else to do except wander into Andale’s and split a burrito with a couple of kick-ass margaritas. I don’t remember much after that, but I have been sick as a dog all afternoon.
Somewhat mitigating, however, was the interlude at The Grove, where we had fabulous Cuban sandwiches and salad with cherries, grapes, pistachios, reggiano, and honey mustard vinaigrette. And wine. And a nap.
Oh, and there was that twenty-minute period in which I cleaned out Gap Body in an underthing and pj-buying frenzy. Try it. *slaps vein*
It was really raining when we got up, but it did get better after we got into Ace tonight. Listen to me. Seriously, let go of the mouse and lean close: drop everything you are doing and make a note to go to SF, take a cab to Steiner and Chestnut in the Marina District, and get your name in before 7:40 p.m. Order an Asahi or a Viognier and have the Tuna Tataki, Spider Roll, and something else that’s not on the menu: salmon tartare. It’s chopped fresh salmon marinated in secret sauce and piled atop deep-fried shinto leaves. You’ll have to describe it to get it , but oh, man, you might sell your house to stay in a nearby hotel and eat there every night. Or you might sober up the next morning and decide that it was just a nice night out.
Either way, you’re a winner.
And with that, I bid you goodnight. I have to get my pink toile pj top back from Phil before he falls asleep in it.
No pictures, unfortunately—I left the cable at home. Sorry, chum.
Raw fish and booze—the two things I can’t have right now. I’m sitting in a big puddle of drool over here. But that prenatal vitamin makes things all better.
Yum! Sounds like a wonderful weekend—complete with good eatin’ and good shoppin’. We have had a good weekend, too. KP and I shopped, too. But we shopped for *more* kitchen equipment—found the cutest little “baby” colanders for draining olives and rinsing tiny berries.
And we ate, too. Last night I prepared scallops in a light citrus-y reduction “heated” up by peppers in adobo sauce. Not salmon tartare—but pretty darn good! Hope you finish out the weekend with something fun. Me? I’m editing copy against a tight deadline. Let’s see, first there is one about hair removal, then there is one about spring makeup colors, and finally, a nice little piece about shampoo.
Dorothy, we sure the hell ain’t in San Francisco …
that explains all the Happiness from that end.
I’m glad you two got away for the weekend.
my word? “united” – She speaks again.
But I thought you hated salmon. It sounds like a wonderful weekend. I have spent it home alone with my 15 year old son. Woohoo! I did have shrimp scampi for dinner last night and since it’s the chinese new year, we will be having chinese tonight.
We ate Salmon for lunch—minus the fried shinto leaves. I forgot all about Chinese New Year … maybe we’ll spring for spring rolls. Sorry, knee deep in articles about Spring.
I DID hate salmon! Still do, when it’s cooked. But done well in a good sushi place, oyshi-yo!
Shucks, I almost invited you over for lunch! You certainly would not have appreciated my baked salmon drizzled with lemon and sprinkled with black pepper. I thought it was yummy!
The sushi you tried sounds very, very good. There is a saying in the South that when something is so good it makes you “wanna slap your momma.”
Did you want to slap your momma? Probably not a good question to ask this week . . .
Happiness! Sounds like you’re getting all the F’s in: fun, frivolity, food and fu….ing! Yeah Mindy!
I feel dumb, but I will ask anyway: who is Phil? Is this your boyfriend? I am brainfried this morning, so please bear with me.
Yep. Good lord woman, you missed the whole Mr. X mystery! We met on March 2 of last year. I didn’t use his name until he was outed after BlogHer in July. Ah, good times.