My kind of pillow: a massive ricotta raviolo with Mission figs and rosemary brown butter at Gardenias. Photo: © tablehopper.com.
Whooooosh, today’s column took me and associate editor extraordinaire Dana Eastland for quite the whirl today. Fortunately, we love espresso and coffee, so things got done over here. (Thank you, Dana!)
Another whirlwind was the SF Cheese Fest on Saturday, an event put on by the California Artisan Cheese Guild. Wow, what a great night—there were more than two dozen cheesemakers in the house, and local beers, wine, salumi, jams, and more. Discovered a few new cheeses, and am already looking forward to the next one.
I have been on a ’60s kick after watching the documentary The Wrecking Crew this past weekend (such a fascinating story—thanks to tablehopper reader Cynthia for the reco!) and digging back into the ’60s archives. Jefferson Airplane in the house (the inspiration for today’s column title) and Harry Nilsson too. Ready to see the Brian Wilson movie (Love & Mercy) next.
Well, our heat wave may have burned out (thanks for the beach time and picnic in the Panhandle!), but I’m still so ready to enjoy the patio at Foreign Cinema this Thursday evening, celebrating their 16th anniversary, with a glass of Chablis in my hand. Bring on the oysters on the half shell and coquilles St. Jacques.