Chef John from Food Wishes, former CCA teacher, brings us an easy, badass new recipe every week day. Thanks, John. -d2
I know it sounds like something off a Denny's menu, but these just may be the ultimate low-carb wraps!
By Chef John from Food Wishes Video Recipes
There are certain magical food products that are just too good to be true. Rice paper, or springroll skins, is one of them. While many of you have enjoyed these at various Asian restaurants, I bet most of you have never tried to use these at home. There’s no need for a long winded post today. What you see, is what you get. Simply dampen the…Geez, thanks a lot Michael Bauer. Sure, you're the high-rolling San Francisco food critic who gets to eat for free all the time, but did you really have to go screwing it up for the little guys like us? All we want is a free meal once in a while to supplement our steady diet of peanuts and contempt. But no. You had to go blowing the whistle -- and now every restaurant owner in the city will know that all those self-proclaimed food bloggers don't really deserve a free meal.
The topic came up in Bauer's response to a chef-owner's dilemma over an unnamed "food writer" who demanded free dinner and then walked out on the check, only to be chased down by the restaurant's manager. Clearly this so-called journalist was full of shit. Everyone knows that real food writers are too fat to run. And to the conflicted chef-owner: seriously, just tell the next food writer to fuck off, unless of course they promise positive coverage.
And just for the record: it wasn't us, we swear.
We just love hearing stories about when food and crime collide. (Illegal paint jobs at Farina anyone?) Today comes word of a botched "protection" plot carried out by a few young ne'er-do-wells at Maze Cafe in the Inner Richmond.
The cafeteria style Chinese karaoke bar suffered more than $5000 in damages -- broken front window, smashed big-screen TVs -- when the owner didn't take kindly to the offer of cash for protection (against what, we wonder?) from three young men described as regular customers.
Judging by the single, none-too-positive Yelp review of Maze, we're guessing the food isn't spectacular. Maybe people just go for the "very smoky, very loud" ambience. And although we've had our fair share of disappointing Chinese food, violence is never the answer.
Photos and Words by David Downs
Baltimore native, Brooklyn-based artist Maya Hayuk takes over Fifty24SF this month (click to view a Huyak slideshow), but in a distinctly non militaristic style. It's all pinks and bush and ...
Need a pick me up? Watch this amateur just DESTROY the UK's version of American Idol.
Paul Potts hits American shores 9.17
America may not like opera, but we adore underdogs. -d2
We, Buzzmakers
By Chloe Veltman
A play might be something to talk about at a dinner party or over a post-show drink in a bar. But unlike the thousands of consumers who weigh in freely on books they read and films they see on web-based chat forums and the review areas on websites like Amazon.com and imdb.com, theater audiences tend to leave public commentary about the shows they see to professional critics. Beyond misguided politesse, the shortage of major public media venues available for audiences to air their thoughts about their performing arts experiences is one reason for this. At best, theatergoers can respond to a professional critic's review on a newspaper or magazine's website.
Things are different at the fringe. Perhaps because ...
VHS or Beta
Bring on the Comets
Astralwerks
Released 8-28-2007
The British and French can barely conceal their contempt for one another, so leave it to a band from Louisville, Kentucky, to unite the two countries' rich, if diametrically opposed, musical traditions. VHS or Beta's debut album, Le Funk — short on vocals but long on grooves — flaunted an unmistakably Parisian state of mind. But the bandmates' subsequent record, Night on Fire, saw them set across the English Channel, adding both buoyant, guitar-driven choruses and the vocal talents of Craig Pfunder to the mix. The result was a rare album that could please skinny-pantsed clubgoers and the most ardent British rock fans alike.
The group's third offering, Bring on the Comets, edges ever so slightly closer to this UK model of New Wave, the kind ignited by New Order and commercially perfected by Duran Duran and the Cure. Retrofitted with a Peter Hook-esque bass line, "Fall Down Lightly" is a radiant and fitting homage to the era that continues to inspire the band. But the further good news is that, despite its slight Anglo bent, Bring on the Comets is still very much the product of VHS or Beta's recently established formula. Worthy successors here to previous hits like "Night on Fire" are "Love in My Pocket" and "Burn It All Down," melding jagged postpunk guitars with Daft Punk's deft sense of rhythm.
The British and French might not be any closer to burying the hatchet, but with Bring on the Comets, VHS or Beta certainly provides incentive for a speedy resolution.
--By Jonathan Garrett
So we got this email below saying some harsh things about the Brian Jonestown Massacre show last week (that's what you get for liking BJM, I guess). What's the word, SF? Is this letter-writer just expecting too much. I mean, the music biz ain't exactly FedEx.
SENT FROM:
sfweekly.com
DATE/TIME:
September 5, 2007, 6:54 pm MST
SUBJECT:
BJM @ the Independent ( a Nightmare)
LETTER:
Is it too much to ask in this day and age, to expect the host (in this case club owners of The Independent) of the party (in this case Brian Jonestown Massacre) to treat the guests (in this case well -seasoned connoisseurs of genius songwriters/musicians) to a pleasant experience and wanting to come back again another time?
Doors for this event were advertised at 7:30/show at eight. We weren't let off the unbelievably foggy, windy street to even get inside until I complained at 8:15
...
the bands couldn't find the party, and was somewhere "in San Jose" until , oh I don't know... 10:30
...
what struck me as odd is the way the club chose to have us [wait] ... the recorded music got louder and louder as the evening wore on, crescendoeing to an earsplitting climax with what appeared to be a screeching whale recording that left us all grabbing our bleeding ears in horror. ... there is no place to park your ass, save for a very dirty, sticky floor. ... So, in the end a lot of drinks got bought, and the bands apologized, but still, for the life of me I cannot figure out what happened to good promoters this city was built on, like Bill Graham.
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