VENTURE

I am, excitedly, supplying a new, cafe in the Richmond district with baked goods two-three times a week; stop in for a muffin, granola bar or cookie if you’re in the neighborhood. Lazy? I usually deliver by bicycle to the cafe in the early morning and have an hour or two to kill before going to “real” work, so if you lure me with food, a dollar or a hug, I’m quite sure I can be convinced to pedal your way.

[photos: gingerbread, blueberry muffins, box o' goods]

South to North

The fact that the Nile River flows north is, and will continue to be, slightly baffling to me. I’d like to visit someday.

TRUTH

DREAM JOB

Wants

Momofuku

DAVID CHANG

Fall Feeling

Top:  Homemade butternut squash soup

Bottom: Homemade red lentil & brown rice soup

Both topped with Australian goat cheese

Disgusting

Horrifying.

Cupcakes For Life

Rant

Despite my better judgment and the long to visit with good friends, I went to the talked-about Mission Street Food on Saturday night. Here’s how it weighed out:

Pro(s):

1. All proceeds go to some sort of charity, or good cause.
2. New, upcoming and local chefs are allowed to try their hand at whatever they please.

Cons:

1. I paid $6 for a salad of mushrooms and peanuts. I can respect the idea of what the salad wanted to do. I was far from satisfied.
2. Timing of the food for our party of four was off. Each dish came out separately; one was forgotten entirely.
3. Small portions.
4. The greens accompanying one dish tasted like gasoline.

I had a hunch going into the dinner that it wasn’t going to be the most amazing dining experience of my life, but I had hoped that the pessimist in me  (which was saying that MSF is just somewhere to be seen and to take photos of your small-portioned-over-priced-food with your iPhone) would be wrong. Perhaps the chef had an off night or the specific menu being served then was not top notch? I am not sure. Pretentious, white-people food. Sorry.

McCrazy

Map of McDonald’s locations throughout the United States…apparently the location which is farthest away from another Mickey D’s is somewhere in South Dakota, measuring out at 107 miles from one to the other. Ouch.