the garden state

“What are my chances of going to White Castle this weekend?”
“Not good. Not unless we’re wasted.”
“Please?” I begged.
Silence.
Enter puppy dog face.
And so the next day, after convincing Jim to take away my White Castle virginity (which wasn’t all that hard to do…hey, I’m easy when it comes to food), we set out like [...]

west coast east

On my way to the airport yesterday, Bruce and I had a heated discussion about bagels, pizza and burritos.  Like a typical New Yorker (which I am not), I exclaimed that I couldn’t get a decent bagel in San Francisco.  The same with pizza.  Bruce argued there are places that have bagels in San Francisco [...]

a true story

There once was a girl who loved oatmeal
Instant, old fashioned, or cut by steel
But one day she ate
Her cereal she did hate
And never again could she eat another bowl of oatmeal of any kind.

a soy sauce love story

All you need is soy sauce.

and another one gone

Word just in from the Brucer Scooper…my favorite Thai restaurant in San Francisco has shuttered – Sukhothai on 9th in the inner Sunset.  First my beloved Lobster Shack, now this.  Another restaurant, however, seems to be taking its place though I highly doubt if they have duck fried rice on the menu, it won’t be [...]

what would you say no to?

Michael Pollan wants your food rules.

where the aroma is appetizing

Edible Excretions.
Ugh.

word

According to Urban Dictionary:

“Gfork, an incredible website featuring useless crap, and a soon to come out comic entitled Goat sausage. Gfork.. the place where nothing ever happens.”

in the beginning, there was pig. and it was good.

Then there was BBQ sauce.  And it made the beginning great.
Baby Blues BBQ.  Their baby back ribs are an absolute wonder.

This sign says it all.
And please, don’t believe everything you read on Yelp.  Just listen to the gfork.   I won’t steer you wrong.

it’s good to know the chef

“Will you be there tonight?”
“Yep.”
“Will you have a fat one for me?”
“Yea, I’ve got your fat one, right heeeere.”
“See you  tonight then.”
After work I scurried over to Lafayette to Chef’s restaurant, Yankee Pier, with visions of east coast marine crustaceans dancing through my head.   The anticipation of the temptations that Chef would soon put before [...]