The delicious vada pav at Dosa on Fillmore. Photo: © tablehopper.com.
Why hello there. You enjoying the 11-11-11 juju? This week has been over-the-top fantastic, from a Haven preview dinner while perched at the counter at Plum in Oakland (can’t stop thinking about chef Kim Alter’s gossamer-thin fettuccine with pancetta and egg), to lunch at Dosa on Fillmore and the riveting Pop Up Magazine event on Wednesday night (followed by a late-night dinner of French onion soup at Absinthe—and of course the soft garlic pretzels were on our table), to a home-cooked meal last night, paired with quite the lineup of old Burgundy. (Sommeliers in your life can bring you the best of times, and the worst of times—fortunately last night was all about the best.) Tonight I’m throwing a little gas on the fire: it’s going to be a night of tablehopping with two dear bartender pals in North Beach—yeah, bring on the hurt!
So, I was very mistaken in thinking my birthday was going to be relegated to a week. It has rapidly become apparent that it’s going to be a month of total liver punishment. Ends up some friends are whisking me off to Vegas on Sunday for a 48-hour whirlwind—we’re going to see Don Rickles (so excited), and of course there is some serious eating to be done. Does Virgin offer dialysis on the plane ride home?
So what does this mean? It means tablehopper won’t be showing up in your inbox until Wednesday. I know, so weird. But who am I to turn down a trip to Vegas? Exactly.
See ya next Wednesday!