Gas hog: We love the smell of subversion that hovers around a rickety street cart, but we're completely gobsmacked poring over pics of Maximus Minimus. Foodzie introduced us via tweet to the food truck shaped like a pig -- it started hawking pulled-pork sandwiches in Seattle earlier this month. The name references some yin-yang notion of spicy and sweet that sounds, frankly, like a late-night concept better carted away with the empties in the morning. But hey, no doubt we're merely jealous a fleet of pig wagons aren't leaking oil on the streets of S.F.
Trippy: At Bay Area Bites, Andrew Simmons shows why he just might be our favorite blogger of things edible. Consider yesterday's gnarled tour de force about local food site Weird Vegetables: Stuffed into the blog's strange sieve of language and thought, vegetables are not merely waxed, sticker-tagged produce; they are characters. Identities, needs, wants, and feelings squirm within their husks and peels as well as flavors and nutrients. Total Hieronymous Bosch freak-out.
| Top photo by Laura T, Bottom by Manda Amanda Bear B, via Yelp |
In anticipation of Pride on Sunday, SFoodie is presenting daily features celebrating San Francisco's LGBT food and drink culture.
Last year I went to City Hall to be a happy witness to my old college friend David's wedding to his long-term partner Jeffrey. The place was packed, and not only with the many gay couples marrying all over the place (including two women in the rotunda at the top of the stairs who asked my mom to take their picture). It was 08/08/08, and, eight being an auspicious number in Chinese culture, the place was buzzing with many couples taking advantage of the day. The women were in dazzling gowns beyond just lacy, beaded white -- I remember one tight red cheongsam. My friends were married by supervisor Bevan Dufty, friend of a friend of David and Jeffrey's, in the glamorous gilded and baroque Board of Supervisors Chambers. There were only eight of us: the happy couple, dressed in Hawaiian shirts (they'd flown in from a honeymoon they'd taken before the wedding), their friends Howard and me, my parents, the charming and gregarious Dufty, and his assistant, who cheerfully snapped pictures with our assorted cameras. The ceremony was short but extremely moving.
Today, Broke-Ass Stuart launched a jihad against SFoodie for using the term "broke-ass" in a title for our cheap eats feature (Broke-Ass Foodie). On Twitter, BAS told his, um, 239 followers to raise a stink:
What's up with SF Weekly biting my steez? Get your own nick name!
And this:
they could've just asked me to do it. right? leave a comment and tell them they're janky :)
Read the comments from the faithful here.
Dude: We never lifted "broke-ass" from you. Like the approximately 808,737 other residents of S.F. who don't follow you on Twitter, we've been -- I know, inconceivable, right? -- unaware of you. Blame us for incuriousness, along with proprietors of the Web sites Broke-Ass Bride, BrokeAss Games, BrokeAss Gourmet, and Broke-Ass Student.
What went wrong, Stuart? You didn't always hate SF Weekly, especially when some former or current Weekly scribe who did know you wrote lines that ended up as cover copy for your BAS Guide to Living Cheaply in NY: If you don't like Broke-Ass Stuart and his guidebook, you and your Fromer can go *%$! yourselves ... We love everything about Broke-Ass, including his guide. It belongs in your bathroom. Don't give it to your parents.
What do you think, SFoodie readers? Should we turn away from our unwitting and -- okay, cliché -- use of "broke-ass"? Any ideas what our cheap food column should be called? Or is there room in this, er, tiny-ass city for both of us?
This blogger has sampled several types of commercial kombucha drinks, and has usually found them to be a refreshing, slightly herbaceous, and tangy alternative to, say, a normal cuppa joe. We feel healthier already! The Kombucha! class begins at 7 p.m. and costs $45, which includes take-home supplies (the aforementioned S.C.O.B.Y.). Sliding scale pricing is available, and spots are on a first come, first served basis. For information or to register, email kat@urbankitchensf.com.
| Steven Gdula |
| Miniature gobs -- gobbles -- will be available through 4505 Meats. |
| Janine Kahn |
Baby Blues B-B-Q 3149 Mission (at Powers), 896-4250.
When I started my in-depth taco inquiry in the Bay Area this week, everyone I met kept telling me, "Try the burritos -- it's California, man!" But being a taco lover I said no guay Jose! Now don't get me wrong, I do love a good burrito. But tacos, well they just rule ... or do they? Let's compare the two:
Burritos
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