You wouldn’t believe what’s in the weekend’s gift bag.
Your Perks: 1) A vintage Rolex. Or two. Or three. “Too much of a good thing” does not apply. 2) An umbrella that’ll text you if you leave it behind. Good friend, this umbrella. 3) A Versace suit. You know, the internationally renowned house of—anyway, yes, Versace.
Hakkasan, of course. They’ve got eight family-style courses involving dumplings and
stir-fry ribeye. Also, a wishing tree.
Central Kitchen, also of course. They’ve got 10 family-style dishes from former Agricole
chef Brandon Jew. No wishing tree, though.
Twenty-eight hours. That’s about 17% of your week. It’s also the amount of time Brewcade’s good draft beers (and wines) are a dollar off and some cans are $3, and the arcade games haven’t excused themselves from the happy hour situation. That would be weird.
You get a parking ticket in San Francisco, Fixed has been all over handling that for you. You get a parking ticket in Oakland, Fixed left you crouched and alone behind a dented meter, softly weeping. Anyway, they exist in Oakland now.
If you happen to know someone who has a medical ID card to legally procure marijuana, and if that person is also interested in using it to make pot butter, and then using that butter to make a nice baked good, that person sounds like a fun person. Who might enjoy a “CannaButter” cooking class.
There is a table. It’s a communal table covered with endless kimchi, galbi, spicy pork ribs and Hite beer. And it exists Monday night at Namu Gaji’s now-monthly all-you-can-eat Korean barbecue situation. They mean no disrespect to other tables.
