Wait till you see the weekend’s opening ceremony.
Your three-step plan to winning Valentine’s Day: 1) Send some roses grown on a South American volcano—for 25% off, no less. 2) Finally give them the Rolex they deserve. 3) Create a painted artistic masterpiece with your special someone. (Note: no actual paintbrushes allowed.)
For so long, your weekends have retained an unfair advantage in matters of brunch. Namu Gaji says: no more. Hit the Cal-Korean spot by the park Wednesday through Sunday, and you’ll run into Bloody Mary pitchers, fried oysters and bourbon challah french toast. Always nice running into fried oysters.
Meet Christ. Christ Avialiotis. Christ has a truly great name. Also, he’s now making punches, fancy Jell-O shots and Thai Coffee Gone Hard (yes, there’s bourbon) to go with the new family-style dinners at Hawker Fare. What we’re saying is, he made Jell-O shots for your sins.
New York bagels: nothing like them. Except for the bagels at the new Dear Mom pop-up: they’re from Russ & Daughters. In New York. You can get plain or everything, topped with housemade schmears—or do a kale-and-avocado bagel sandwich. Yep, still San Francisco.
We’ll assume it’s been a while since you went bowling with some Vikings and an opera star—at least a couple weeks. Saturday at the Presidio Bowling Center, Merola Opera is hosting a gratis Wagner-tribute bowling party, offering a cash bar and the distinct sense that life is amazing.
When South Carolina pitmaster Rodney Scott loses his barbecue pits in a fire, you don’t sit around doing nothing. You go to a whole-hog benefit in the parking lot of 4505 Meats and you eat some pig and sides, thus helping him rebuild his goddamn pits. That’s what you do.
