July 2007

July 31, 2007

Yo, color me stoked! Big thanks to the editors at the San Francisco Bay Guardian for voting tablehopper “Best Fresh Scuttlebutt” in the Best of the Bay 2007 lineup. And bonus, they spelled my name right AND didn’t call tablehopper a blog. Looking forward to the party on Friday, and hanging my award here at headquarters.

You know, some folks ask me how I manage to crank out such a long column each week, and I have to confess, it’s more often than not thanks to my crack dealer Jimmy on 16th and Mission. Seriously good product. Uh, kidding.

Actually, this week’s installment was given some extra gas because I have been totally rocking out to local band Von Iva’s rowdy, sassy, disco-electro-dance punky inflected new album (“Our Own Island”) that just showed up in my mailbox this week. That was some good mail. And yes, that was a major plug, but I am digging the album a lot, so there you have it. (It comes out August 7.)

I made it home from Lake Tahoe (AKA heaven) on Friday in time for the Daft Punk show at the Greek (OMG, what a disco-space-tastic show, one of the best stage sets ever) and, like, whoa, I’ve been in the same city for four days. It actually feels good.

Over and out,

~Marcia “the second g is silent” Gagliardi

July 24, 2007

Mamma mia, what a week. I managed to get in a dinner at Avec in Chi-town, wish I could airlift it and plunk it down in SF, what a great vibe, concept, and vittles—check it out in this week’s jetsetter. I am already working on my Nawlins write-up for y’all—that dear city totally won my heart, broke my heart, and clogged my heart a bit too. I was blown away with the Southern hospitality and the strong spirit and strength of everyone I met, from shopkeepers to bartenders to cabbies to servers to strangers on the streetcar. The stories I heard and the things I saw really made this trip bittersweet—it all resonated very deeply. I will be sharing more soon.

Tales of the Cocktail was one hell of an event—if you can, you should seriously consider going next year. In an upcoming jetsetter recap I’ll have all the reasons why, but let’s start with Saving the Sazerac and supporting this one-of-a-kind city in its efforts to rebuild. New Orleans needs all the help it can get.

Duggan McDonnell of Cantina is this week’s guest wino (perhaps I should call this week’s column “the drunk?”) with a special recap on Tales of the Cocktail. I mentioned last week that he’s hosting a pisco event this Saturday at Cantina. If you want to hang out and hear some NOLA stories, including why Duggan’s new nickname is Shotzi, we’ll be hanging out at the bar Saturday evening over some pitchers of pisco punch (I’m drinking, he’s pouring).

And WHOA people, I can’t believe how quickly that the tablehopper supper filled up! De-groovy. Can’t wait to meet you and feast with you. For those who couldn’t get in, I’d say the “signs point to yes” (a la “magic 8-ball”) that I’ll be hosting a supper at another cool venue in September, so stand by.

Also, this week is the second installment of the bookworm from our pal Pete over at Green Apple Books. Don’t forget that any books he mentions are available at 20% off for tablehopper readers for two weeks following the review—simply use the code “tablehopper” at checkout (either at the store or online) for your discount.

I am off to Lake Tahoe for four days of “detox” and sleep and salads. No muffalettas (sadly yet thankfully) are in my immediate future. (I am going to ignore the fact that Delessio Market & Bakery, a mere three blocks from my apartment makes them.)

Take care y’all!

July 17, 2007

What the hell, am I leaving town again? Jeesh! When you get this I’ll be in Chicago, and then leaving Wednesday for New Orleans for liver calisthenics, AKA Tales of the Cocktail. Let the good times roll, indeed. After all that jambalaya and po’ boys and gumbo and Sazeracs I’ll be the one rolling.

Many of you have been asking about my New Yawk highlights, so here’s a first installment jetsetter piece for you (I hit so many places in NYC there’s no way I could get them all in one report—heck, it might take three), plus a guest wino piece from Ruben Ramiro of the fab Monday Room, who wins my award for best sommelier hair AND mustache, ever. Mad style, that cat.

You’ll get more gossip from me in the coming weeks—I’ve got some bags to repack! Oh, and I also want to draw your attention to a special tablehopper dinner in the socialite—would be a great way to finally meet some of you in person over some tasty vittles. Check it!

A bientot!

July 10, 2007

Yo! I am finally back from NYC. I know some of you were wondering if I was ever going to return—I was having such a blast I ended up extending my trip three more days. I have finally caught up on some sleep and am currently eating brown rice and salads for the next week, and drinking water, water, and more water (well, except at the Bar Drake party this week and, oh yeah, there’s the St. George Spirits Open House this Saturday, and, oh, never mind).

I can’t wait to write up my tablehopper jetsetter New York recap for you next week. That city rocks so hard, what a thrilling adventure it was each day, meeting fan-freaking-tastic people, becoming smitten with the rich age and character of so many buildings and streets and places, hopping into heaps of new restaurants and subterranean cocktail bars and markets, experiencing the thrill of being a little lost each day, not knowing exactly where the hell I was or going, walking, walking, walking… the Richard Serra exhibit was so massive and major, and I could have spent days daydreaming on a sunny patch of grass in Central Park. People were friendly, fun, sassy, stylish, and smart. I am quite grateful for it all.

It’s almost ridiculous that am I leaving next Monday for a biz trip to Chicago, and then spending five days in New Orleans for Tales of the Cocktail. My month should be sponsored by Excedrin, I swear. Wish me luck.

Lock and load!
~Marcia (rhymes with Garcia)

July 3, 2007

What I am about to tell you should be no surprise: there will be no tablehopper this week. (How totally NOT shocking!) I am quite certain you understand. My past week tearing around New York has been quite ridiculous. Like, ridiculously fun!

Today I actually have an entirely new kind of hangover: a pork hangover! (The Bo Ssäm dinner at Momofuku Ssäm Bar can have this effect on people, and no, I did not order it for myself.) I have a big crush on Little Branch. And the pretzel croissant from The City Bakery, who knew?

Suffice to say my brain is in no condition to spin off my usual ten-page missive—heck, let’s not even talk about my poor body right now. I’ve been calling it the New York Marathon, and yes, you’ll be reading all about it soon. I think I’m even extending my ticket a few days (my liver just screamed, “Nooooo, don’t do it!”). Mwah ha ha!

I’ll be back next week. Promise!

BIG cheers from the Big Apple! And enjoy your Fourth of July.


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