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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…

This week's tablehopper: TGIV (thank god it's vendredi).                     Cheeses at the Marché Raspail in Paris. Oh yeah, it’s Friday, and I feel like I’m as behind in my work as when I returned home from France on Monday. Hell, I still have dusty Burning…

This week's tablehopper: from the city of lights to lights out.                     Dinner at Bruno Paillard’s home. Hey, where’s my morning croissant and café noisette? My pre-noon glass of Champagne seems to have gone missing as well (I hope I don’t get the shakes), along with…

This week's tablehopper: fly by night. Yup, I’m back from Burning Man. (Barely.) How was it? To quote the old SNL skit, “I loved it, it was much better than Cats. I’m going to see it again and again.” It was my sixth year out there…

This week's tablehopper: dispatch from the desert.                     A Cavallo, from 2007. I can’t believe I am having to write two tablehoppers in one day, but such is my “boss of me” life. By the time you get this, I will already be kickin’ it in my camp…

This week's tablehopper: rider on the storm.                     Szechuan pickles at Mission Chinese Food. Well, yesterday was fun: I was invited to return to Michael Krasny’s Forum on KQED to discuss the local restaurant scene, along with Jan Newberry of San Francisco magazine, Jonathan Kauffman of SF Weekly,…

This week's tablehopper: from the playa to paris.                     Bissap from Chiefo’s Kitchen (at the SF Street Food Festival). And now it’s the time of the year when I throw some gas on the fire, literally. I’m furiously getting ready to head off to the playa…

This week's tablehopper: spice girl.                     Michelada and salsa at Don Pisto’s. How the hell is it August 20th. Really? REALLY? I’m very happy with my tomatoes and peaches right now, but the whirring calendar is freaking me out a bit. I guess this Gorillas in the…

This week's tablehopper: ow.                     Here’s one way to make it through SF Chefs. (Oh, Shotzi.) Last week was ridiculous—what a whirlwind. I know so many chefs, bartenders, heck, the majority of the industry is worn the hell out. The theme should be SF Chefs: Take No…