What’s Cookin’

So it’s June, which may bring some of the lousiest weather in SF, but it also means it’s Pride Month! Yup, it’s time to set it off, San Francisco. I can’t wait to ride my bike down Market Street and see all the flags—it always…

Ahhh, hallelujah, this insane week is almost done. And hello sunny weekend! Okay, wow, last night’s inaugural (and sold out!) tablehopper singles event was over the top! What a supremely fabulous crowd of people—I was thrilled with the turnout of quality and fun folks in the room. It…

So did you enjoy that soggy, misty Memorial Day? It made it a whole hell of a lot easier for me and my fab editorial assistant Dana to be inside cranking away on this column, let me tell you. Anyway, the rest of my weekend was fabulous, hopefully you can…

Have you already left your desk and headed out in delightful anticipation of the three-day weekend? Good for you. If not, I’m here to help you procrastinate as you watch the clock. I have been all over town this week, heading down to San Carlos to meet up…

Howdy, fair citizens. Have some of you shaken off your Bay to Breakers hangover? I hope so, because the shame can last forever. I spent Sunday successfully avoiding my neighborhood at a garden party in the Castro, and then enjoyed the Sunday supper later that evening at Cotogna. (I saw…

Ah yes, hello weekend. I can see you. So close. Although truth be told, I played a bit of hooky yesterday so I could attend the New Zealand wine tasting and pinot noir seminar with Bob Campbell, MW, which I followed up with a matinee of The Great Gatsby (talk…

Helllllo there. I think I have managed to shake last week’s Jazz Fest remnants from my head—sleep is a miraculous thing. Although I am hardly detoxing: last week I attended a Winebow Italian wine tasting, had a night of Austrian wines from Willi Klinger at et. al., tasted…

It’s rather unbelievable that I’m home in one piece. Well, sort of. The jury is still out on my liver. Anyway, my past week in New Orleans for Jazz Fest was one for the books. That bucket list item was way checked. The Crescent City is such a…

Oh lawdy, am I really packing my bag for another trip? Uh, yes, I sure am. As a dear friend said to me: “Your train just keeps on moving. The ‘station’ is sort of a metaphysical idea with you.” Couldn’t have said it better. Hey, life is short. So…

Why, hello there. How you durrin’? I’m back from my fabulous desert adventure at Coachella. I can’t even tell you how much a weekend packed with sun and insane music and dear friends and family and warm nights charges my jets. Me, my sis, and dear friend Hilary…