Today is Paul & Gino’s wedding day. We BARTed to the station closest to Martinez, where the Contra Costa County courthouse is, for the event. Pouring rain. Never was to Martinez before, nor to most of the places BART traveled through to get there, like Lafayette and Walnut Creek. Paul picked us up from the station and carted us around for the day, keeping us from having to drive on unfamiliar freeways in the rain. Nice of him, considering he was one of the grooms. The ceremony was lovely – very personal and not at all perfunctory, which one might think would be the case. We drove next – in terrific rain – to The San Franciscan Restaurant (1525 Main Street, Walnut Creek) for the wedding brunch. They gave us a large, airy space in the back, where the group could really spread out and have a blast. The service was excellent, and the food was fair to good, depending. The fried calamari appetizer, served with tartar and cocktail sauces, was solid, and the crab dip better than average, with chunks of crab rather than it being a pulverized mass. I was the only one who had the tuna poki, a type of tuna tartare, and was glad of it. It was slightly sweet and salty — really good and a generous portion. My “Coit Tower Monte Cristo” was big and flavorful, but it arrived cold and limp, which was a shame since this sandwich garners its strength from melted cheese and a crispy exterior. Matt ordered the “Fisherman’s Wharf Crab Sandwich,” which was the exact same crab dip on toast with melted cheese, which seemed a little lame to me at $15. Steven went with the “Clams and Linguine in Bordelaise,” which was not very good because the clams were overcooked. Again, a shame to ruin a dish by making an amateur’s mistake with the key ingredient. This is a restaurant with a lovely space and great service. The menu is extensive and varied – even the lunch menu, which is what we ordered from – and focuses on classic, simple preparations that rely on excellent ingredients and solid techniques. The latter fell short at our meal, which is something that, if taken care of, would make all the difference. That and losing that crab sandwich. At the end of the meal the spouses danced and a cake was served. What a joyful day! It was so nice to see Paul and Gino take their vows.
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4th of July 2008
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY! We grilled ribeyes today. Ribeyes be fatty and flavorful and good. Since it’s a holiday, we went for the gusto. I purchased a prime rib and cut the steaks myself. Stupidly, I waited too long and was not able to find a bone-in cut, which I prefer for steaks. Coarse salt and pepper and the Weber.
We wanted something kind of light for the side dish, so I consulted The Best of America’s Test Kitchen 2008, which arrived the other day, and latched onto the roasted cauliflower recipe (p. 12). One piece of advice: if you have convection, use if for the last two legs of the roasting process. The cauliflower turned out great – nice and brown and not bitter. The yogurt sauce accompaniment was a hit, and would work for many other things – even scrambled eggs, I think. Just so you know, Cook’s Illustrated is a great bimonthly publication. It’s part of the America’s Test Kitchen megalopoly, and focuses on perfecting and reinventing classics and popular current dishes. This is the one food magazine I pay for.
At the end of the year they send you said “best of,” which keeps you from having to clip so many recipes. I have never been steered wrong by these people. Matter of fact, yesterday I made the fudge (p. 59) for a party Matt was going to today, since I had on hand several cans of sweetened condensed milk, a couple of pounds of chocolate from my 2007 Christmas candy making, as well as many, many walnuts. I never much liked fudge, finding it grainy and unpleasant, but I trusted ATK enough to give it a go. Honestly, this was the best fudge I ever ate. It was like a lighter ganache – and not so sweet. The fact that I used a fancy Valrhona varietal helped. I will be making this again.
I turned 46 today and it’s Halloween
Today is birthday number 46 for me. Oh, God. I remember being in fourth grade and daydreaming about the future, thinking that in the year 2001 I would be 40 and that that was so old that life would pretty much be over. I think I made some notes about this while in geography class working on textbook questions for the chapter, “Sandra and the Golden Wheat.” The truth is that I’ve never been happier. I’ve had a pretty good run thus far, if you overlook a few disasters and several minor catastrophes. I would not want to be 18 again. When I was 18 I should have been enjoying it but instead obsessed about assorted nonsense. Let that be a lesson to all those out there who are young: you may think things about you suck, but they don’t. You’re golden. They will suck, however, when you’re 46, so wait until then – though with some luck you’ll realize that excessive vanity is a gift that keeps on taking and get over it all.
Castro Street Festival
Matt went to the Castro Street Festival today with friends Ross and Ken. He’s been hopping over to SF every weekend for this or that event and then having a bite over there and reporting back on quality. Today they stopped in at Slider’s Diner (449 Castro Street, SF) for burgers and thought they were pretty good. Matt told me that Welcome Home had closed, which is too bad since we went there often when we first moved here in 1995. They met up with Gino Ramos later in the day and went over to the Dignity service in the Sunset to connect with Gino’s partner, Paul Riofski. Paul schlepped them south to have dinner at Harry’s Hofbrau (1297 Chess Drive, Foster City). Harry’s = big hunks of meat. You can get a serious turkey or roast beast groove on at Harry’s while feeling like you stepped back in time. This must be the only place you can get a side of carrot and raisin salad with your Swiss steak, and where your mashed potatoes happily swim under a lake of gravy.