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This week's tablehopper: put a fork in it.                     Interviewing chef Daniel Boulud at Pebble Beach Food & Wine (yes, in the back of a Lexus). Wow, the past 48 hours have been intense—such massive, massive news. Suffice it to say, I have had trouble tearing my eyes…

This week's tablehopper: awesome sauce.                     Charcuterie selection at Spruce. Helllllllo sunny skies. Now if only we can get that damned wind to lay off. It’s wrecking my ‘do, yo (and is zero fun to ride my bike in). But today is all about four wheels, since I’…

This week's tablehopper: decisions, decisions.                     Kouign amann from Starter Bakery. It will wreck you with deliciousness. Whoa, that was quite the taste-tastic weekend. Saturday was all about a bike ride to the Ferry Building (4505 Meats burger, check; awesome whiskey class, check), and then I had a delicious…

This week's tablehopper: brain teaser.                     The foie gras “log” at Atelier Crenn with pickled morels, kumquat crisps, vanilla and almond praline. [Welcome to my brain.] Is it 5pm yet? Oh wait, boss of me says I can punch the clock whenever I damn well want to. Actually, I…

This week's tablehopper: a slice o' heaven in the 707.                     Scott Beattie’s special touch on my Clover Club at Spoonbar. Sometimes, you just gotta get outta Dodge. It’s amazing what 24 hours in springy Sonoma can do to clear your mind. I headed out of…

This week's tablehopper: taxing times.                     The Paris-Brest tempting guests upon arrival at Woodward’s Garden. Guess who is on day four of a kink in her neck and is rather fussy over it? You’re reading her column right now. And now the sudden appearance of a swollen…

This week's tablehopper: wide load.                     Custard French toast at nopa. Looks like we’re both getting pummeled today—that’s what I get for taking a week off while playing in New York. Too. Much. News. But it also means I have a pile-up of starlet sightings for…

This week's tablehopper: itchy and scratchy.                     Negroni and fried artichokes at I Sodi. Hi there. Yup, it’s me. I’m back in your inbox after taking a little break—I was gallivanting around New York with my sister this past week. I had high hopes to send…

This week's tablehopper: spring fever.                     Springtime blossoms in Union Square. Hallelujah, the city is drying out (along with my car). I can run errands on my bike again (sorry, riding in the rain is not one of my preferred activities). Of course it’s clocking in at 74…

This week's tablehopper: good citizen.                     Spring is here! Asparagus and pancetta pizza at Gialina. Criminy, the animals are lining up, and my Alfa has become the Ark. This deluge is such a joke. It’s like God doesn’t want me to exercise outside. It’s so not…