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In Search of Cheesesteak…

In Search of Cheesesteak…

Review of: Buster’s
By: Avery Glasser
Rating: 4
Read review on Judy’s Book.

In the search for the perfect cheesesteak, I made a quick detour from my plan to have another cappicola sandwich from Giordano’s and instead went across the street to Buster’s, self proclaimed home of the best cheesesteaks in town.

The small restaurant looks somewhere between a diner and a burger stand – with counter seating, some seats along the window, a register and a soda cooler… which is good – it means the focus is on the food!

The menu is pretty basic: Cheesesteak done two ways: Philly (incorrectly called “Phili”) with meat, cheese and onions OR California Style (aka a Cheesesteak Hoagie) with lettuce, tomato, mayo and all the typical hoagie fixins. Burgers are also available – including the Buster burger – a burger with a cheesesteak on top.

Buster’s gets extra points for offering a few different types of cheese, including the cheesesteak classic – melted Cheez Whiz! For my cheesesteak, I picked a large cheesesteak, Philly style with onions, white american cheese, cherry peppers and mushrooms – easily recognizable for any New Englander as a D’Angelo’s Number 9.

How was the cheesesteak? In many ways, better than most in San Francisco. It was nice and moist with a great flavor, though it was a little salty… but I don’t mind a little salt, considering every place in town seems to be afraid of a little sodium chloride.

As a cheesesteak purist, I do believe that the only cheesesteak is just that: cheese and steak. In my mind, there’s no need to offer a chicken cheesesteak or a pastrami cheesesteak. Call them subs, hoagies or something else, but not a cheesesteak. No points have been deducted over it, but still… CHEESE… STEAK! CHEESESTEAK! Not Cheesy Chicken. Think about it!

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The best Chimi in the FiDi

The best Chimi in the FiDi

Review of: Orale Orale
By: Avery Glasser
Rating: 4
Read review on Judy’s Book.

For over a decade, I’ve been going to Orale Orale for excellent chimichangas, fantastic margaritas and some of the best salsa in town. I wouldn’t ever give away the secret of the margarita-to-go, but since the cat is out of the bag already, I’ll just go ahead and sing its praises. Many times, my team would head out to Orale for lunch and spend a quiet afternoon at our desks sipping on our innocuous soda cups filled with the magical lime and tequila elixir. Sure, we could have been busted, but then the management would have to stop doing take out margaritas as well.

For years, Orale Orale was the great equalizer – from management down to us lowly grunts, we would sit side by side with salsa laden chips in one hand and margaritas in the other.

It’s an Embarcadero Center legend and worth a visit for lunch or a very early dinner.

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Luck of the Irish near the Ballpark

Luck of the Irish near the Ballpark

Review of: O’Neill’s Irish Pub
By: Avery Glasser
Rating: 4
Read review on Judy’s Book.

4/21/2006

After what seems like a year of waiting, O’Neills by the ballpark is open! i’m live-reviewing it from the bar, a mere two hours after opening.

More to come as the night progresses…

It’s just a few minutes before 6 and I’m well into my second pint of Murphy’s while waiting for the missus… The bar has a raucous vibe ans Eoin O’Neill, owner of both this branch and its sister bar in San Mateo is beaming with pride… shaking hands and welcoming the neighborhood inside.

7pm now… three Murphy’s, a Magner’s cider and a hefty pour of Michael Collins (a great whiskey from the independent Cooley distillery) and life is fine…

7:30 and the fourth Murphy’s is underway. The bar is still doing a brisk business and the staff is unfrazzled. A lack of bathrooms (only a single men’s and a lone women’s room may be an issue. Still, the vibe is great…

8:20 – The night is over. Overall, the bar is great. I wish that the Magner’s was on tap and that there were a few more bathrooms, but overall, I’m ecstatic that O’Neill’s is in my neighborhood!

The morning after…

It’s Saturday morning, and now that I’m on my laptop, not trying to write a review from my PDA, it’s time to give some final thoughts on O’Neill’s.

I’ve been patiently waiting for O’Neill’s to open for what seems like months. Originally slated to open no later than March 1, due to problems with the contractors it didn’t open its doors until April 21, missing Opening Day, St. Patty’s Day and at least a half dozen home games where the hordes that invade the neighborhood would be more than happy to shell out $5.75 for a pint of stout.

Honestly, even though construction had kicked into gear over the last few weeks, I still had no idea when it was scheduled to open. If it was not for the fact that I elected to work from home Friday afternoon and that I couldn’t think of anything better to have for lunch than Quizno’s, I wouldn’t have known. However, the fates conspired to have me walk by the bar a little after noon, and seeing how close the bar was to finishing its construction, I just had to ask when it was opening. The sign installer looked at his watch and said “3pm”.

By the time I got to the bar a few minutes before 5, it was already halfway full of neighborhood denizens who, on their way back from lunch or on their way home saw that the bar was open and decided to stop in. It’s obvious that my neighborhood has been craving a new bar, especially one that is open every night until 2am.

The bar is beautifully appointed: dark wood, stenciled gold lettering and hand painted scenes from the St. James and Lady’s Well breweries. The mahogany bar is the definite centerpiece, large enough for 6 bartenders to be working along side of a couple of bar backs.

My largest worry are the crowds that are sure to wreak havoc during game nights. Sure, there are enough days where we’ll be able to enjoy the bar with the locals, but how much damage to this new neighborhood gem will be done by the throngs of baseball fans?

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A Hidden Gem… Really

A Hidden Gem… Really

Review of: Bar Tartine
By: Avery Glasser
Rating: 4
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Though I happen to love Tartine (the original bakery), I never fell completely in lust with it. To my point, if I was walking by and the need for something sweet hit me, I wouldn’t think twice about stopping in and getting a pain au chocolat or one of the delectable almond croissants… but I wouldn’t make a point to go to Tartine. I never woke up and had an insatiable craving for their pastries.

So, when I heard that the team behind Tartine was putting together a restaurant on the Valencia Corridor, I was interested, but didn’t put it on my “must try list”. Then, between the reviews of the food and the bubbling scandals circulating throughout the restaurant community (nothing health related, just political kitchen stuff), Bar Tartine just fell off of my radar screen.

Then something happened… my favorite sous chef from Incanto teamed up with another ex-Incanto chef to take over the kitchen at Bar Tartine. The menu would be updated, the restaurant whipped into shape and it would be a new Bar Tartine. Why did she move? Because the dining room was one of the most beautiful spaces she said she has seen in the city.

An invite from an industry friend clinched things, and last night my wife and I went there for an early 6:30 dinner.

The first challenge is finding the restaurant. We must have walked by it 20 times over the past few months but never seen it as there are no signs – just a simple paper menu attached to the window.

Entering the restaurant, it is stunning in its simplicity – a single antler-style chandelier, old dark wood floors with letters embedded in it from when the space was a printing shop, a gorgeous marble bar set for single diners and drop-ins and lots of dark wood that made the restaurant feel feel warm, comfortable and sophisticated. It was amazing during the day, but when it got dark and the lights were turned on, the restaurant was just stunning.

Throughout the night, we tasted so many amazing dishes – Gorgonzola stuffed dates, fennel cured pork loin with ramps (wild West Virginian leeks), radishes with goat’s milk butter and salt – we sampled seven dishes before our main courses arrived, including perfect little roasted quail reclining on a bed of bread salad. The main courses were fantastic and filling – whatever complaints people had about the portion size under the old regime have been addressed – my short ribs with roasted greens (kale, I think) and artichokes served over the most perfect herbed polenta (and I’m quite picky about my polenta) were perfectly seasoned and cooked and the aroma could literally make your mouth water.

The dinner finished with a cheese plate adorned with almonds, a candied tangerine and honey… a perfect simple savory way to end the night.

It’s not cheap, but two people could get away for under $100 with a couple glasses of wine.

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Where service (and Zoot Suits) reigns supreme…

Where service (and Zoot Suits) reigns supreme…

Review of: Isotope Comics
By: Avery Glasser
Rating: 5
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When I lived in Germany, I used a great comic service out of Berlin called Black Dog Comics. I sent Dirk, the owner, a list of the books I read and the indie writers I followed, and every three or four weeks, I would get a package in my mailbox with about a dozen comics. Not only did he get the few mainstream things I read, but he was able to get all of the indie books (and some of the back issues I missed).

Black Dog was great because I didn’t have the time to manage all of my subscriptions… and he never missed a book, ever.

When I moved back to the city, I thought I would be able to visit my old standby, Comix Experience, every week or two, but the fates conspired to keep that from happening – which makes their subscription system impossible to manage as it requires regular visits to get the monthly order form and to send it in.

But when I visited James at Isotope, I was pleasantly surprised to get the sort of service that I had become accustomed to in Germany. Over the next few weeks, I funneled all of my regular books over to him, and since then, regardless of if I showed up once a week or once every two months, every book was waiting for me – including special orders, graphic novels and everything in between. On many occasions, I’ve picked up a number 3 of a series and asked if he could find the first two issues I missed, and like clockwork, the next time I came in, the back issues were waiting for me.

Not only is James a great shop owner, a Mac user and Yelper, but personally turned me on to Jade (the multi-level bar up the street) and hooked me up with a shifter card for drinks at Sauce. James runs a comic shop that hardcore comic geeks and the occasional funny book reader can feel comfortable going to.

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Mensa Trumped by Trump?

Last night, by his own volition, another Mensa member did his best to give the world a chuckle at the expense of everyone else that happens to belong to this group.

On Monday’s episode of The Apprentice, 27 year old Tarek introduced himself to the viewing audience as a member of Mensa, which meant that his IQ was in the top 2 percentile. Based on this, he was made a project manager responsible for this season’s inaugural task… which of course, he failed at.

Sure, it’s good television. Make someone look arrogant, full of himself, or elitist because of his intelligence, and watch everyone celebrate as he makes an ass of himself. Of course, when you have a week’s worth of footage, you can build enough sound bites for a one hour show to sell the scenario to the “realityâ€? television audience to make anyone seem arrogant. The second that Tarek mentioned he was in Mensa, it was pretty well guaranteed that the episode would end with him coming off looking like an idiot.

As expected, I wasn’t disappointed by the producers’ predictability. The show closed with Trump saying that Tarek was “overrated.�

It’s politically incorrect to pick on fat people. Harass someone because of their religion or race and you’re practically committing a hate crime. But pick on someone because they have a high IQ? It’s elementary school bullying, just in a more media-friendly manner. Worse than that, it’s completely socially acceptable.

In all reality, having a higher IQ doesn’t mean much. Think of it like having a big engine in your car – if you know how to use it to its fullest potential, you can get where you want to go much faster. However, to master driving at very high speeds, you need training and practice. Someone driving a car with a smaller engine but knows the streets much better can usually get from point A to B much faster than someone in a faster car but in unfamiliar surroundings.

A high IQ is just like the bigger engine in the car – if you enjoy learning, you’ll do it faster. Love music and you’ll probably master an instrument faster. The same goes with science, language, cooking or business. If you have a faster processor and the desire to do something, you’ll probably be able to get good at it faster.

This doesn’t mean that you’re going to be inherently better than other people who have more passion or training in a subject, just that you have the potential to get better in it, faster. It also means that you have an easier time processing more complex problems. In school, this was anything but a blessing. Luckily, in my home town, they had special programs for the “smarter� kids, letting us work at our own speed instead of having to constantly slow down. That changed in Junior High when my family moved to a smaller town.

Here, there were no classes like what I had growing up. Math teachers hated me because I never showed my work. They called me lazy or accused me of cheating, when in fact, I could see the problem and know the answer without going through it step by step. Being forced to slow down and show the work just bored me and by high school, I was underperforming because I had lost all of my passion for school.

That’s what Mensa was designed for – to give people in the upper 2% a place where they can think faster and be challenged (if they want) and to advocate to school systems on how not to stifle the potential of children who learn a little bit faster. It’s a group filled with artists, jocks, scientists, business people, great human beings and pretentious assholes – just like the rest of the world. There is nothing special about Mensa and unlike what most people think, its members don’t get together and work on equations, wear lab coats or quote Shakespeare or Tolkien. Ok, some of them do – but so do people who aren’t in Mensa. However, the media only seems to mention Mensa when it’s the butt end of a joke, painting a picture of arrogant, geeky or otherwise socially maladjusted people who join the society because they’re better than everyone else. Saying Mensa is elitist because it only allows people whose IQ is in the top 2% as members is like saying that the NAACP is elitist because it is a society for African-Americans.

Let’s hope that in Trump’s zeal to create “compelling reality television� he’s not sending a negative message that brings self-hatred to the next generation of “smart kids� out there.

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