2008-07-05T15:48:34Z http://grumpyglutton.com/comments/atom.aspx Quick Blog tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-06-01:1087900 Michael Procopio http://michaelprocopio.wordpress.com 2008-06-01T09:00:08Z 2008-06-01T09:00:08Z
I haven't set foot in there since I vomited up a slice of their pizza oh around the corner from their establishment, like, 12 years ago. To be fair, I had been drinking a few martinis at Martuni's, so I am never certain who to blame.

Oh, yes. Myself. I suppose I should blame myself.]]> tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-06-01:1087888 Michael Procopio http://michaelprocopio.wordpress.com 2008-06-01T08:54:05Z 2008-06-01T08:54:05Z
If you want good Pollan, read The Botany of Desire. It's not preachy, just clever and thought-provoking in a good way.]]> tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-05-28:1079167 Kate http://cheesatarian.blogspot.com/ 2008-05-28T19:04:31Z 2008-05-28T19:04:31Z tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-05-28:1078855 Grumpy 2008-05-28T16:51:30Z 2008-05-28T16:51:30Z "If I had the financial means (or had a newspaper pay for my meals like Mr. Bauer) to visit a place three times, or were a professional food critic, that would be a different scenario."

I'm coming to believe that, despite all of the crap he takes, Michael Bauer might just have the best job in the world.

]]> tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-05-28:1078841 Erik 2008-05-28T16:48:29Z 2008-05-28T16:45:12Z
If I had the financial means (or had a newspaper pay for my meals like Mr. Bauer) to visit a place three times, or were a professional food critic, that would be a different scenario.]]> tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-05-27:1075967 Grumpy 2008-05-27T16:57:20Z 2008-05-27T16:57:20Z I didn't *assume* that the person who came to our table was a host. I *know* that she was a host. She greeted us and seated us when we arrived. That's the definition of a host, someone who greets and seats. I neither stated nor implied that being a host was her only role.

To the contrary, I *assumed* that she *was* a manager. I stated that in my post saying, "the hostess, who I assume was also the shift manager...." However, I don't *know* that she was the shift manager because she did not identify herself as such. Further, as can be seen from the stricken text in the post, I originally wrote that she was the location's GM. I crossed out that text when Mackie did not agree with me that the person pictured as the GM on Left Bank's web site was the person who came to our table.

I have no doubt that, in your role as a restaurant manager, you've been subjected to and witnessed gender-based stereotyping. However, that's not what I did in my post. To the contrary, I clearly stated that I assumed that the woman who came to our table was a manager. With your comment, you subjected me to exactly the same of gender-based stereotyping that you're protesting. You assumed that a male writer looks at a female restaurant employee and assumes that they aren't a manager.


]]> tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-05-27:1075369 Violette 2008-05-27T14:36:45Z 2008-05-27T12:03:11Z tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-05-26:1074212 Grumpy 2008-05-26T22:27:14Z 2008-05-26T22:27:14Z I love Hard Knox. IMO, they have the best ribs in the City. But that's damning with faint praise. My favorite thing at Hard Knox is the fried chicken -- the best I've ever had. See http://grumpyglutton.com/2008/02/21/hard-knox-caf%C3%A9.aspx for my review.

I remember seeing your review of Olivia's. You inspired me to put it on my must-try (during the daylight hours) list. I'll let you know when I get there.]]> tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-05-26:1073761 GrubGirl http://www.grubgirl.com 2008-05-26T22:05:17Z 2008-05-26T18:29:53Z http://www.grubgirl.com/cuisine/usa/olivias-soul-food-san-francisco-sole-lip-smackin-good/

I've heard more positive reviews than the one I gave, for Hard Knox Cafe.

There's got to be something in Dogpatch, Bayview/Hunter's Point, or Visitacion Valley.]]> tag:grumpyglutton.com,2008-05-26:1073736 Grumpy 2008-05-26T18:21:11Z 2008-05-26T18:21:11Z I have yet to find BBQ that excites me anywhere in the City. It's totally lame when Boston, of all places, has more, better BBQ joints that San Francisco. I keep hearing how great Brother-In-Law's used to be. Why can't we have a place that's awesome now, not a decade ago?

Anyone have suggestions on where to go for some smokin' ribs, pulled pork and brisket???

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