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This week's tablehopper: forking around.                     Barbacoa (lamb) taco from El Huarache Loco. Three things that are making me happy this past (and upcoming) week: * not seeing rainy clouds in the forecast for another week. * taking Sunday completely off, spending it at the Alemany flea market (which included the…

This week's tablehopper: spring training.                     Tomato-braised beef, kale, crescenza, farm egg pizza at Pizzetta 211. Pure. Evil. With each subsequent sunny day we’re having (sorrrrrry East Coast!), spring fever is percolating citywide. Our city’s pretty ornamental flowering plum trees are currently full and dripping with sweet…

This week's tablehopper: rabbit, run (and rabbit, eat).                     SPQR’s romanesco-cauliflower agnolotti, Asiago fonduta, cipolline in agrodolce, and wild sorrel. Big week this week: Gung Hay Fat Choy! I am so ready to head to some Chinatown shops and score some treats—along with a visit to DeLise…

This week's tablehopper: rock lobster!                     Australian southern rock lobster. (“Look into my beady eyes.”) Wah. My heart sank a little bit when I heard the foghorn go off last night, and sure enough, this morning’s workout in Alamo Square was a misty one. But, as I look…

This week's tablehopper: back on (the) track.                     Spicy tequila medicine at The Alembic. Oh yeah, guess who kicked that cold to the freaking curb? (I think the spicy tequila drink the fab bar staff at The Alembic concocted for me what just what the disco doctor ordered.) Sorry,…

This week's tablehopper: sniffles o'clock.                     The counter at Citizen’s Band. Unbelievable—I have successfully managed to catch another cold. That’s what I get for running out of my magic daily elixir, Green Vibrance (affectionately known as the Green Menace), and not replacing it in…

This week's tablehopper: cheese o'clock.                     Tower of power at the Fresca Italia table at the Fancy Food Show. This week almost killed me with news (and next week isn’t looking any slower). It was definitely a weekend of (almost) competition eating, bookended with the Good…

This week's tablehopper: bubbles o' clock.                     At the chef’s counter at Plum in Oakland. Hey, you busy freaking out about that dang thirteenth zodiac sign? I mean, really, what the hell? And the earthquakes, and crazy reports of birds falling out of the sky and flying…

This week's tablehopper: afternoon delight.                     The eggs (by candlelight) in Cafe Jacqueline’s kitchen. Can I just do a shout out for spicy food? I’m gonna, right now, because not only did it put some fire in my belly this past cold-as-hell week, but I think it…

This week's tablehopper: casual friday.                     Clam chowder with fennel at Citizen Cake. Hey there, how is everyone doing in their Victorian ice boxes? Let’s just say the wine in my apartment is at a perfect cellar temperature, and I’m coming up with some really disturbing wardrobe…