Snack Attack!

Grumble...grumble...After seeing the brief video above, my tummy hungreee!  Grumbledy-grum-grum.

Hey, Belinda Belly.  I hear you grumbling down there. What's that? You're feeling peckish.  Well, I know just the place for a bit of gastronomic enjoyment.  Nijiya Market, here we come!

Check out the wide selection of convenient, pre-packaged goodness. I love Japanese cuisine and at Nijiya market, which is located at the nucleus of Japantown (Post and Webster), one can discover culinary cuteness rolled into delicious delectability. It's quite a sight to behold, believe me this pic does not do it justice, you have to run like a reindeer to Japantown and check it out. Go, Bambi, go!

When you ordered that tempura/teriyaki combo plate at your favorite Japanese restaurant, did you ever wonder what dressing your they poured on top of that side salad of cabbage? Well, wonder no more!  They have it at Nijiya market.  If you're lucky, it will even be on sale. I recommend the miso based one; it's creamy and sweet!

Check out the raw tuna with spicy mayo sauce, and to the right the fish roe looks so ready to explode in your mouth!  Love it when they pop...pop...poppitypop...

Above are different kinds of Furikake bottles.  They're basically enhancers of steamed rice; they contain shredded seaweed, sesame seed, shaved bonito, etc.  It all depends on your taste. Domo Arigato, Nijiya Market for being Belinda Belly's savior when she's hungry.

Thai Me Up

Now that I've exposed you to the funny side of Thai pop culture, let me expose you to the culinary side.

"Sawatdee Ka!"

This is how you should greet your thai waitress, if it's a male Thai waiter the greeting should be, "Sawatdee Krap!". I always apply this little piece of linguistic knowledge whenever I try out a new Thai restaurant. If they respond with a big smile and say, "Sawatdee Krap", then I know that they're authentic (or at least their servers are). Bonus points to them for actually recognizing me as a male. However, if they look at me with a vapid stare and mutter, "Um,Whatdawho, ma'am?", then I know they're fakers and I would turn, and walk away while saying, "Pad-See You Later!"

You won't have authenticity issues at Basil Canteen. Attention Vegetarians: Above, you see a picture of their fried chive cake kanom guay chai; Delightfully delicious, and this is just the start.

Basil Canteen is the sister to Thai Basil restaurant. They are both located on Howard Street, this posting is for Basil Canteen which is on the corner of 11th. There's a gazillion and one Thai restaurants in the city and if you don't watch your step, your bound to stumble into a mediocre one. Well, you won't have to fear anything when you walk into this place. They're the proverbial cat's pyjamas! Tangent Alert: I never understood that old time expression. Let's start a new one. How about saying, "They're the koala's onesies!"

My fave dish, seen above, is the kao soi neur. This dish is brilliant! It's egg noodles in a coconut curry sauce which has a mild citrus infusion. This bowl of yummy includes slices of flank steak and it's crowned with crispy noodles. The different textures and the savory coconut milk sauce makes for a completely unforgettable dining experience. I promise you, you will die - figuratively!

Click here to check out their menu.

Loko for Loukoumades!

I love attending food festivals! Some of my faves are: Gilroy Garlic, Nihonmachi and Cherry Blossom Festival at Japantown, etc., so I was super excited to learn about the Greek Food Festival that occurs every September. San Franciscans have multiple options when it comes to ethnic cuisine, but looking forward to an annual open-air festival, where there's live music and dancing, is un-beatable.


I'm always on the look-out for something new, so when I saw these doughnut holes, drizzled in honey, and sprinkled with walnuts, I knew I found my true love. They're called loukomades or loukomathes. The old lady that served me told me that they were home-made and that she made them herself. They were yuuuuuuumy!



As you can see, these bite-sized, pillowy delicious morsels are to die for.  If you're a fan of the Greek desserts, which are usually sweet and sticky, think baklava, then you'll love loukomathes! So make sure you mark your calendars for next year's event.  Here's a tip, they usually have free passes you can print out from their official website. You can get more get more information about their mission and other events at http://www.annunciation.org/.  Cheers!

Deep Love for Deep Fried

I’ve never met a fried food I did not like.  I always say that, because it’s true.  I’ve had fried cheese (Nicaraguan), fried flowers (Italian), fried chicken livers (Soul), fried pork skin (Filipino), fried whatever – I’ll eat it!  So, you can bet I’m a true connoisseur of the  basic fried chicken. Yes, I’m familiar with the usual suspects and most people will vote for Popeye’s, but I choose an unlikely winner.  I believe the best fried chicken in San Francisco can be had at Sam’s Diner. 

You know how sometimes you'd order fried anything and it can taste like it's been sitting under a heat lamp for a while and therefore a little soggy.  Or at times fried food can taste like the restaurant has been using and reusing the oil they've been frying with so it it has some weird burnt oil flavor to it.  That won't be your experience at Sam's Diner. This chicken is uh-mazeballs!

On my last visit I tried another fried wonder, their Fishn'Chips. Ok, I wanted to love it, but I just fell in like with it.  It's still worth a try.  As you can see it's quite pretty to behold.  I think they burnt my fries a little bit, though.

Looking at the pics, I know you’re salivating right now. Listen up Drooly McDrool, you need to run, not walk, to Sam’s on Market between 9^th and 8^th.  You will not regret it. You can even order ahead of time if your lunch hour is tight.  Here's their menu. Happy heart cloggin' eating!

Salsa con Ajo

Well, it's lunch time again and I have a hankering for something delicious and cheap and yummy. My usual partners in crime, RLM and Sticky Fingers vote for a trip to Mission to get our grilled chicken and fried yuca fix. Yes, we're addicted. Just look at the picture below and you'll understand what I'm talking about. Grilled chicken with a slight crispiness on the skin, marinated in delicious spices matched with refried beans, rice and, of course, the show stopper - fried yuca. I mean, come on! Doesn't that look just absolutely lovely.

The place is very family-oriented and they'll always have a football (soccer to us North Americans) blasting on the flat-screen tv. I think they finally fixed their exhaust fans, because I didn't feel so smoked out the last time we ate there - so good for us who are paranoid about lingering food essence.

Make sure to ask for extra garlic sauce, the one that comes with the fried yuca. It's divine. You can dip your fried yuca in it or put drops of it on your chicken, heck, just pour the whole thing on your plate, then ask for more. "Podria darnos mas salso can ajo para la yuca?"

So, run like a gazelle to La Parilla on Folsom and 24th, you won't regret it. Unless you just hate good food. Actually, don't run like a gazelle, run like a leopard, yeah, that's a better simile. Let's go with that...oh, wait. Run like a stocking?

PYT: Pizza, Yummy and Thin

I know there are tons of you who'd rather die than give up your thick-crust pizza. I myself am a die-hard lover of Divisadero's Little Star pizza, but that's a digression. Let's talk about being open to new culinary experiences, you thick-headed, thick-crust zealots.

LaFayette is about a thirty minute drive from San Francisco and it is a place that's half suburbia, a quarter little town, and one fourth cosmopolitan city.
There's a Chow restaurant that most SF dweller will recognize as a tried and true standby. They also have a Cold Stone creamery and a vintage-like candy store to satisfy the sweet tooth, however we were craving something savory with a mediterranean feel.

Driving through Mt. Diablo Boulevard, La Fayette's main thoroughfare, we stumbled upon Pizza Antica, and I have to say, this place made me reconsider my allegiance to the weightier kind.

First of all their Arnold Palmer, was the right balance of tartness and sweet...Um, Wait a minute...Am I the only brown-skinned human here?...

Anywho, back to the food. We had the Prince Edward (isn't that a piercing?...down there in your weewee?...)island mussels, spaghettini with roasted chicken, and of course, pizza. We ordered the one topped with three cheeses, caramelized onion, shaved broccoli, and pancetta. All I have to say is: YumYumYum. Below are some pictures for your enjoyment.

The mussels were ok, just needed a little more garlic or something...It lacked that certain umami that I get in other restaurants, or maybe I just wanted fries with it. The spaghettini, well the pasta was over-cooked. I prefer my pasta to bite back when I chew on it...oh, well. Thank God the pizza was stellar!

You see, what did I tell ya? Yummiliciousness in four slices.

Filipino Breakfast Sizzles

All I know is that I want me some fried rice, preferably crowned with a fried egg. Is that too much to ask for? Ok, since I'm dreaming, why don't I throw in some sizzling, savory meat with a squirt (hehe, I said squirt) of calamansi. What?! No calamansi. I thought we were an international city?!?

Ok, I'll settle for lemon. I think it's time for a Tselogs run! That awesome place that skirts Daly city and SF just makes me greatful I was raised to recognize that beginning your day with garlic fried rice is the best way to kickstart a day. Although, I don't want to limit myself to just eating this in the AM, when I crave a "silog", whether it be during afternoons or night time, I just go for it. Luckily, the bay area is a hub for Filipino eatings.

At Tselogs, you must order the Chicken sisig-log. It's the best they have to offer. Check out the picture below, steam was not Photoshopped, mind you.

We also had their lumpiang shanghai (snore) and their tapsilog (sweeter than usual, teriyaki-esque). They were a'ight. OMfG, I'm so from the block. Let me try that again...a'ight. Shivers. Please don't hesitate to slap me when I try something like that again.

Walk, Eat, Pray, Love

Phew, another exhausting jaunt through Fort Funston completed. We barely survived a Chow attack and it's dog walker's rampage, but mental illness runs amock among dog owners, no? See picture of Justice and Fantz, both lunatics and loving life.

Ending our bi-monthly walks through Fort Funston, where Justice and Porter enjoy walking their owners, Fanti and Chiqui (Ladies of the Night), we usually crave something salty, crispy, fatty after a Walk...hmmm, what to Eat...salty,crispy,fatty? Filipino! We almost always end up at Karilagan, tried and true, solid and reliable, but for a change we opted to try Intramuros last weekend. It was a pleasant surprise to see that Intramuros restaurant eschewed the perfunctory, over-sized wooden spoon and fork carvings as decor and decided to boldly embrace good design sense. A chic ambience, I have to admit, goes a long way to completing a memorable dining experience and I will remember this place and definitely come back to try the other offerings. Below, are pics of adobong kangkong and crispy tadyang. Drool worthy, right?

We are in agreement, three trannies can't possibly be wrong. Intramuros is a winner! Well, ok, the Callos needed a little undefinable something...umami? Spices? I can't be sure, but just go and try this place yourself, you won't regret it. No, you don't need to Pray that you'll be served good food, for you will. I promise you you'll Love it!

For more information about this cool and creative restaurant visit their website at http://theintramuros.com/. Toodles!

Behind the Red Door

My friend and fellow-alien, Andromeda Strained, came to visit from planet Oregonia. We had brunch at a typically San Francisco breakfast/brunch place called Red Door Cafe. Why do I refer to it as "typically SF"? Well, let's see...



the food was surprisingly unlabel-able. Is it french? They serve crepes. Is it Japanese? They served our mochas in miso-soup bowls. Is it Mexi-Cuban? Um, they're menu offered "mexidilia" and "roll my cuban". See what I mean? It defies any label you want to stamp on it. The servers were inked like they were giving Bombshell McGee a run for her money (BTW, the best made-up name ever! Sorry, Sandra Bullock, but it's true. She knows how to coin a great monicker). One of the servers, I think he was the owner, sported a very tiny wife beaters, matched with an even skimpier pair of shorts. See? All in all, the place is very San Francisco.




We knew the food would be presented in an equally unexpected and unique manner, they didn't fail us. Andromeda's lox came with a scaffolding of chopsticks and green apple. My crepes came with beans, a drizzling of viniagrette, and a squirting of Sriracha. I was unsure which I adored more, the fact that I received a squirting or that the squirts were of Sriracha which embellished the top of my crepes (love that Asian import).
The food was: myeh, but I'll come back again to try the less adventurous fare. Sometimes you can take uniqueness and innovation a bit over the edge. Oh no, not you Bombshell McGee, you can never have enough swastika tattoos on your labia.

The Lure of Muir (Woods, that is)

Another wonderfully sunny Saturday and I know exactly what I want to do. I'm going to Muir woods to look for a banana slug! Another excuse to cross that famous International Orange painted bridge. Listen up stupid Republicans, don't let me hear you say immigrants are useless and lazy. The Golden Gate bridge was mainly created by Chinese immigrants and BTW, Shishi Nee. So there. She's beautiful, right? I call her Ginger. Mane-ly (pun intended) because of her reddish, golden, tones and also, as a tribute to the asians who died while making her. They use ginger to liven up their cuisine. Ginger, you spark a light in me and liven up my life, you simply take my breath away.

Of course, a stop at Vista Point is a must for more photo ops. Check out the graffitied sign in the foreground of the San Francisco skyline (picture below, right). Nice. Thanks, taggers. Your art form is staggering. BTW,If you're reading this with a sarcastic tone, you're spot on.

It's only about thirty minutes more from the bridge to Muir woods. Make sure you come early as there's limited parking. Pay your $5.00 entrance fee and enjoy the phenomenal flora. I think the air just got a lot cleaner and fresher. There's nothing like the smell of thousand year old trees.


Make sure to make a stop at their cottage-like cafeteria for a cuppa joe and sightings of chipmunks. Don't feed the animal, please! That urge is a disease called chipmunkiosis and there is no cure for that. Feeding them is like giving them fish, instead of teaching them how to fish. Right, Gandhi? I'm calling the one pictured below Farrah. Farrah Cite.

You'll also see sculptures of John Muir (my idol) and a bear growling. Simply adorable, the bear's cute, too.

Still traipsing around the ancients and no banana slug. Well, at least I have a pic of the honorable Mr. Wood's wooden replica. Oh, where are you my lovely slug?

Just when I was about to give up...Voila. You know what? It looks like a piece of pickled, unripened mango. Burong manga. You know what I'm talking about, you Filipinos.

Laterz!