The confusion set in immediately.“So it’s 167 King?”“No, 193.”“I thought you said 167?”“That’s the name of the restaurant, 167 Raw. But the address is 193.”167, 193, 289. Potato, Potahto,East Bay Street. At 167 Raw, the menu lets you know it’s all “space potatoes” ($13) in the end. As for the...
Jackrabbit Filly has...
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An iconic moment in subculture, reinvented. Gulp Fiction Vincent: What the fried rice is this place? Mia: This is “Jackrabbit Filly.” A Genghis man should love it. Vincent: Come on, Mia. Let’s go and get some marinated mackerel ($13). Mia: You can get marinated mackerel...
Dashi’s irreve...
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They say a good chef will rise to any challenge. Legend has it, while at an impromptu late-night get together, Mario Batali saved the day by preparing foie gras accompanied with an ad-libbed reduction of orange Nehi soda and Starburst fruit candies (no word on any sexual harassment, but...
House-made sausages ...
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There are men, and there are “men’s men.” The latter are often described as confident and masculine — the type of man other men want to be. On that note, Butcher & The Boar is a “man’s man” of restaurants. Cocksure and handsome, he’s well-heeled,...
New Grove Street bis...
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An elderly, lifelong mango farmer once told me a joke: A farmer wins a million dollars in the lottery. His friends all ask, “What are you going to do with the money?” The farmer considers this for a minute and replies, “Farm with it until it’s gone, of course.”...