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This week's tablehopper: giving thanks early.                     Last year’s plate o’ plenty. The interwebs are blowing up with Thanksgiving discussions, from tweets about people brining their turkeys, to small businesses reminding you they will be closed on Thursday and Friday (including yours truly—no Friday column from me!…

This week's tablehopper: let it rain.                     A Dining By Design table by Billy Cook, Taste Catering, and Gump’s. Oh yeah, a doozy of a storm is getting ready to roll in, and I’m already strategizing the weekend around the weather (open-toed shoes for the Red Tie…

This week's tablehopper: whoa is me.                     Chris Lee stirring his cioppino (yes, in a boat!) at OPENwater. Greetings from the land of tech woes, glitches, and annoyances (which is why you didn’t receive a newsletter on Friday—I was too mired in tech support). Pfffft. Fortunately things…

This week's tablehopper: fall back, fall color, fall down.                     Christa Manalo’s milk punch. Yeah, there are a couple events in this week’s lush that will contribute to the falling down part. The same could be said of the milk punch, martini, and Normandy cocktail at the…

This week's tablehopper: pizza on earth.                     Blind Domaine Carneros and grower Champagne tasting. Thank god all that Giants madness is over—Wednesday was one of the most ridiculous days I’ve ever seen in the City. And of course I had to get to a tasting at 11am…

This week's tablehopper: the best of times, the worst of times.                     My birthday cheesecake from Zanze’s. Wow, I can’t even think of the last time the city has exploded like it did last night. The Giants did our city proud, but whoa, some of our citizens…

This week's tablehopper: boo-yah!                     A market shot at Frances. How much did I love falling asleep last night to the sound of rain? Quite. And based on all the tweets I saw on the same subject, I know I am not alone. But I really can’t believe…

This week's tablehopper: raise a glass (or two).                     The interior of the cheerful Parada on Haight Street. What a week: the sports fans have the World Series to freak about (so funny how many dining rooms burst into shouts and applause on Saturday night, including the usually quiet-as-a-mouse…

This week's tablehopper: seasons change (and so did I).                     The bar at Ippuku. Is it wrong to be excited about a rainy weekend? I like the idea of watching some movies, reading my book (am currently tucked into Boozehound, what else would you expect?), eating some udon, and…

This week's tablehopper: it's tops.                     Late-night bite at It’s Tops. You see that waffle? Yeah baby, old school—especially with those little pats of butter. What you can’t see is inside that waffle there are strips of bacon. Oh hell yes. Bacon. Waffle. That…