A few of my favorite morsels from the blog and beyond this week:
1. Two refrains have been stuck in my head for the past few days. The first: the chorus from the Replacements' "Alex Chilton"
(RIP). The second: the phrase "Frito pie." Chile Pies
, about to open in the Western Addition, is going to start serving them any day now.
2. I attended Chris Cosentino's first Head to Tail dinner seven years ago, and I still remember a magnificent beef-heart raviolo floating in a delicate oxtail broth; it was also the night I learned about Prather Ranch, now a household name (well, among the Bay Areans who spend 40% of their income on food). Next week, Head to Tail returns
3. The forecast this weekend is for 70-degree days, perfect for Bi-Rite soft-serve
, Mandarina's paletas
, and octopus ceviche tostadas
at Mariscos La Costa.
's blog post on the modifications that he needs to make to old cocktail recipes to make them palatable to today's drinkers has had me thinking. Is it time to stop beatifying turn-of-the-20th-century bartenders? Are today's tenders more sophisticated than their ornately mustichioed predecessors?
5. Bite o' the week: Actually, there have been three refrains haunting my brain the past few days ― Alex Chilton, Frito pie, and El Perol's pan con chicharron
. Goddamn, was that a good sandwich.