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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…

This week's tablehopper: indian summer vacation.                     Sweets from Knead Patisserie (including the evil pomme d’amour). What an epic week. This weather is making people frisky, and definitely more relaxed. And dare I say nicer? Last night, at Jacques Pépin’s 75th birthday party upstairs at Waterbar, guests…

This week's tablehopper: hot damn.                     Tomatoes and melons at Saison. Awwww yeah, we get another blast of Indian summer heat, and I am already happily plotting a week of evening bike rides and outdoor excursions. One place that should absolutely be on the top of your list is…

This week's tablehopper: peeling out.                     At Una Pizza Napoletana. TGIF. I could use a few things, like an extra day in the week to get all my work done, and write a second review for today, damn. I’d like someone to answer all these emails for me,…

This week's tablehopper: loaded.                     Gazpacho from my event at Bardessono. No, this week’s title is not in honor of WhiskyWeek, or my current condition (I am quite painfully sober getting today’s column out, thankyouverymuch). But this week is a doozy—there are too many cool things…

This week's tablehopper: pedal to the metal.                     Caramel cake at Fremont Diner. This week has been a category three hurricane of eating, like a private tasting event Sunday night at Saison highlighting Robert Mondavi Winery’s To Kalon wines (along with sniffing soil with Laura Parker—sounds hardcore…

This week's tablehopper: the heat, meat, and the street.                     A round of the Gentleman #2 cocktail at Laszlo. Ooooooh, boy! Indian summer finally showed the hell up. The hot nights remind me of living in LA—am loving riding my bike in the evening, and am all about…