Live from Bullitt! Oops I did it again.
Archive for December, 2009
I promised myself that I’d never write about The Wine Bar (2032 Polk St. at Broadway) for the sheer fact that I hate the place, but this one is just too good to pass up. SFist has noted that TWB’s license has been suspended for 10 days due to “consumption and/or sale of alcohol after hours.” From the looks of the ABC notice, the bar should be reopening today.
This really doesn’t surprise me. It’s been a while, but I’ve spent countless nights drinking wine and listening to music in there after 2 a.m. I wouldn’t say it’s common for the aging hipster bartenders or the headband-wearing owner to sell drinks in there after hours, but they do make a habit of serving in there until 4 or 5 a.m. I guess when you don’t have a real job to wake up for, sunrise is a habitual hour to hit the lights.
Here are some remains from Santacon strolling down Polk:
I’m in mourning over Bar Johnny. And I’m not just ready for a rebound. Over night, Bullitt shot into 2209 Polk’s black brick façade, painted some stripes, and changed the light fixtures. Poof! The moist and crunch croutons have vanished. So long truffle oil fries. Sayonara pork sliders.
I know Rome wasn’t built in a day. But I don’t like where things are going. The six-pack containers carrying ketchup and mustard scream Applebee’s, and are practically sinful with rich wood paneling and marble countertops as a backdrop. The menu rarely ventures beyond typical American bar food. And don’t get me started on the Olde English in brown paper bags for nine dollars!?
But! I will concede that the $15 bottomless mimosa special lives on, which is all it takes for me to park anywhere for five hours. So, Bullitt, I’ll be back, but I may not be eating. Okay, well, I can’t resist the curly fries.
Just in time for the holidays, Russian Hill artist and stylist Danielle Goodman, has launched her debut apparel collection, Anomaly Threads, online today. With tees for guys and dolls bearing images of elegant elephants and inspirational catch-phrases, the goods are must-haves for under your cardigans this season. Next up in 2010 is a kid’s collection, but for now, I’m happy these trix aren’t for kids.
The latest and greatest phonebooks have been bagged, knotted, and delivered to our doorsteps in Russian Hill and beyond. For those of you who are unfamiliar with phonebooks, they’re like Yelp, on paper, without the snarky comments.
Let’s see how many days it is before they’re moved to the recycling bins. Bets, anyone?
First of all, I apologize for being MIA lately . . . I’ve been traveling and busy with moving to a new apartment — sadly, I moved two blocks further from my beloved stretch of Polk Street.
Moving on, I just discovered a wonderful new site called The Bold Italic that I wanted to share. The site publishes essays about local San Francisco discoveries that are downright wonderful; I haven’t yet found a contributor I don’t admire. Antonia Richmond’s story, The Cheese Stands Alone, about her efforts to transform from cheese enthusiast to cheesemaker was right up my alley — and will be yours, too, if you live in Russian Hill.
Antonia consulted local cheese shop Cheese Plus (2001 Polk at Pacific) for advice when she began her quest to become a fromage createur. Here’s an excerpt:
I spent a few hours observing from behind the counter, and watched as they solved a multitude of dairy dilemmas, from what to eat with specific wines to what cheese is best in fondue to what cheese would be good atop sliders.
Lucky me – I was generously fed samples of a variety of different cheeses, the most memorable being a goat raclette (served both heated and unheated, to get a feel for the difference in texture). As I wolfed it down, a pair of Japanese tourists approached me. “Excuse me,” they said. “Where is stinky?” I started to tell them that I don’t work there, but, to my surprise, I realized that I could actually help them. “At the end of the counter, to your left – that’s where you’ll find stinky.”
The Delancey St. Christmas Tree lot has returned to the corner of Filbert and Van Ness. Get your fresh, all-natural garland, wreath, or tree today! Or, just do a few laps around the block; it smells amaaazing! Quite possibly the most wonderfully aromatic former gas station lot I’ve ever sniffed.