Monday, March 24, 2008

BIIIIRTHDAY...

OH I LOVE MARCH...



I just want to say another "Thank you" to those who greeted me.


I had a wonderful birthday this year and it is still going even though it was over a week ago on the 16th.


Rundown of the Events:


14th - Dinner at Roy’s with my fam-bam ladies


16th - Brunch at Top of the Mark with My Sweety K


20th - Dinner at Incanto with Banyo and Miko


25th - Dinner at Michael Mina’s Arcadia with Ate Di



I love my friends...


I don’t want this month to end.



A full birthday report with pictures coming soon!


*****


In other news, I’m heading down to San Jose tonight for a business meeting.  I’m going alone and it’s my first one, so I’m excited and anxious at the same time.  It’s tomorrow in the a.m., but I’m heading down there tonight so that I don’t have to worry about the morning commute.  I’ll be staying at the Marriott in Downtown San Jose for two nights.  Thank you to MOMMA for hooking it up with the discount.


49 bucks a night?


Shoot...


Better than f’in’ 250 a night.


I’m bringing Ate Di with me, and we are going to have HELLA fun.  We’re going to have milk, cookies, and chocolate-covered strawberries waiting for us when we get there. 


*sigh*


Things just keep getting better.


I LOVE IT.

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

Citizen Cake - I Had Steak at Citizen Cake

Restaurant: Citizen Cake
Address: 399 Grove St. at Gough St., Hayes Valley, SF
Cuisine: American, Desserts
Date Last Visited: February 28, 2008


So I have ALWAYS wanted to go to Citizen Cake for as long as I can remember. The closest I have gotten to experience Chef Elizabeth Falkner’s offerings is at Citizen Cupcake on the top floor of the Virgin Megastore in Downtown SF. Hayes Valley is a part of SF which I do not frequent, so the restaurants here are intriguing. After a long day at work, I decided to (finally) check it out.


I entered through the patisserie thinking I was just going to enjoy a dessert, but I was hungry for real food, so I walked in the restaurant. I got there at around 5:00 in the evening and no one else was there. I shouldn’t have been surprised because everyone else was in their transition between work and getting home.


Of course, I was seated in seconds at the corner table. I had windows to the right of me and in back of me. I was thinking they did that so that whoever passed by would see what I was eating. The breads offered were a classic baguette and a walnut bread. I love baguette so I welcomed this, but the walnut bread was weird. There were the nuts, the purplish tinge (why is that anyway?), and this SOUR flavor which I was not too into.


I skipped on an appetizer and went straight for the entrée which was Grass Fed Straberry Hill Flank Steak with Horseradish Ice Cream and Potato Gratin ($26).


The meat came with potato gratin. There were so many layers of potatoes, but I do have to say that they were on the rawer side. I would have liked mine to be more cooked. I also would have liked it a bit richer. From what I know, gratin dishes are cooked in some sort of dairy, and I found this to be a bit bland.


I asked for my meat medium. Mistake. Again, I would have liked this cooked a bit more. Maybe medium well? I am just so afraid that it would be overcooked, but undercooked is also a problem. Again, I found this to be bland. There was no real pan sauce or jus that came with it. I did have a bite of the dressed greens with it, and it was okay.


Okay…horseradish ice cream. You heard me right. HORSERADISH ICE CREAM. It was on the plate and I gave it a shot, and for some odd reason, it worked. =P The warmth of the meat and the coolness of the ice cream actually went well together and I was pleasantly surprised. I did not slather this all over the meat. Treat it just like a regular horseradish condiment, use it according to your taste.


For dessert, I went for the cake flight which is 12 bucks. Each piece of cake is about 1.5-2 inches in width.

To the right is Citizen Cake’s signature cake - the After Midnight Chocolate Cake - Chocolate devil’s food, Scharffen Berger dark and El Rey milk chocolate glazed with chocolate ganache, finished with a huckleberry sauce.

After midnight is right because this cake is screaming dark chocolate. It’s probably the most dense of all the cakes. The ganache that graced the top was fudgey and the devils food was really rich. Everyone knows I’m a milk/white chocolate girl, so this was a bit much for me. If you like the dark chocolate there is no doubt in my mind that you will like this. Don’t get me wrong, great cake, but too dark for my taste.

In the middle is Retro Tropical Shag - genoise cake layers with rum and exotic passion fruit mousse covered with vanilla butter cream and coconut foam and carpeted with unsweetened coconut shavings.

I liked this one because there was no chocolate in sight. When my server brought the platter to the table, I looked straight at the middle cake because the coconut foam they squirted on there for presentation looked alive. It was running down the sides and bubbling. Entertainment. I give this one first place for appearance. This was alright for me. I found the genoise to be a bit dry unfortunately. I usually do not like coconut, but this was very good.

The one on the far left is the Mocha Mi Su - layers of cocoa genoise, mocha mousse and crème fraishe mousse, finished with chocolate ganache and coffee butter cream and a canelle of cinnamon crème fraiche on top.

I would have to say that the Mocha Mi Su was my favorite. Looking at the name, they might have gone off a tiraMISU tangent by combining chocolate and coffee. I adore this cake. The chocolate was not too dark for me. The genoise was moist and the mousse was luscious. The only thing I would have to complain about is the cinnamon canelle on top. It was tart and cinnamony. Uh, I did not make the connection on how it went with the cake. The cake was fine without it.

Citizen Cake gets 3.5 out of 5 Boston Beans. The service was attentive and friendly. I found the ambiance to be a bit cold, but probably because not many people were there yet. The food was okay. I can find better steak somewhere else, so that means that the cake gets majority of the “good” points. This is supposed to be a cake place and people should come here for the cake and not the food. I looked at my bill and realized that I managed to order the most expensive things on the menu. Leave it up to Jo to do that.

Overall, it was cool.

Not outstanding, OMG, incredible, holy cow…but cool.

Honestly, if Elizabeth Falkner was not behind this place and it was just some random restaurant in San Francisco, I don’t think it would get as much attention as it does right now. Falkner’s celebrity-status carries this restaurant, and without her, it would not be much.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Roosevelt Tamale Parlor - Yes, I Was Mexican In My Past Life

Restaurant: Roosevelt Tamale Parlor
Address: 2817 24th Street b/t Bryant and York, The Mission, SF
Cuisine: Mexican/Latin
Date Last Visited: March 9, 2008
Dining Partners: My Sweety K, My Sweety K's Dad, My Sweety K's Mom, Mr. Choi and Mrs. Choi (aka the Obama Cheer Squad)

Ah yes, I was Mexican in my past life. I swear, I have had a super burrito every weekend for the past 6 weeks. =) Mexican food makes me happy. Remember about 2 posts ago, I said I hated breakfast? Well, I guess I can retract that statement. I had brunch with My Sweety K and his parent's and his parent's best friends (Mr. and Mrs. Choi), and it was a great meal.


We met up deep in the Mission. Seriously, I have never been on this side of 24th Street ever, and it was so refreshing to see. There were so many taquerias and madre/padre shops. I loved it! I envy those who call this place home because it is so rich with culture.


I really liked the happy paint colors (yellow is "happy" to me), and the historic photos on the wall. I did, however, neglect to ask how this was "Roosevelt's" tamale parlor. Theodore, not Franklin. Teddy's picture is on the take-out menus.


They do have a liquor license, so you can have your mimosa with your brunch! That margarita sounded awesome, but I didn't want to get buzzed with people I was not too familiar with yet. I mean, seriously, we are talking about courtesy and respect. How embarrassing would it be if you got drunk at your in-laws house and had to be carried out to the car? NOT COOL.


My Sweety K, being the most predictable eater on the face of the Earth, ordered a super carne asada burrito. But a burrito for brunch, that's awesome.


I took a bite of it, and I must say that this is one of the BEST burritos I have ever tasted. I am so not BS'ing you. I think I am not one who goes with the crowd because I actually thought that the La Taqueria burritos everyone is talking about was my worst burrito experience. Now this burrito, well, the rice is tasty, there are big chunks of avocado and tomato and the meat was cooked perfectly. If only this place was closer to where I lived!


This ball-looking thing is what this place is known for: the round tamale. My Sweety K's father ordered a pork one and it came with rice, beans, and a salad. I'm used to tamales being flat, but you can totally do some damage to someone if you threw this at them. He cut it open and the meat was in the middle. I do have to say that there was a lot of the maza surrounding it, so it IS very filling. I really liked the red sauce that was poured over it. No wonder people come here for these.


Now this was my dish: chilaquiles in a green sauce which came with crema and refried beans. Basically it's a dish that consists of squares of tortillas simmered in a green sauce (you can have it with the red as well, but the waiter said the green was better) and egg is mixed in. The menu was a bit deceiving because it said "chilaquiles with eggs," so I thought that a side of scrambled eggs came on the side, but they were already cooked in with the sauce.


I would have to say that this dish is awesome. Though I could hardly make out the egg curdles in it, the sauce was delicious and the additions of the fresh cheese and crema sealed the deal. I liked how incredibly light it was. People are scared of Mexican food because they think it's overly spicy and strong, but not at all with this. It does have kick, but not too much. I could have eaten my portion, My Sweety K's mom's portion, and Mrs. Choi's portion. It was odd how all three ladies ordered the same exact thing.

I would totally recommend this place to anyone who was craving good Mexican food. I am sad that it a bit far from the roads I travel, but if I am in the area, I would check it out. I didn't take a picture, but we also had some strawberry aguas frescas and they were so fresh and quenched whatever thirst I had. The staff was incredibly friendly and attentive. Overall, great first impression.

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Happy Birthday To Me!

So Sunday, March 16 is my birthday. I'm already having a family dinner on Friday night at Roy's ( I know it's a chain, but I have been craving that molten lava souffle cake), so on the actual day, I want to have a romantic brunch with My Sweety K.

How does Top of the Mark sound to you guys?

Or do you have any suggestions?

=)

Hey, you only turn 24 once.

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Friday, March 7, 2008

Question on Behalf of a Special Man!

I was driving around with My Sweety K's Dad last weekend, Sunday the 2nd I think. It was just the two of us in the car, and this guy is a potential, possible, future, father-in-law, (blushes) so there is always this *awkward* feeling. We were driving from the San Mateo area back to Daly City, and instead of taking 101, he takes El Camino, which is a longer route. I'm freaking out (in a good way because I'm thinking, "He actually likes me enough to share a drive up El Camino with me."), so what's there to talk about with me other than food? So as we're driving, we're pointing out good food places to eat, and it was actually a lot of fun. I seriously think him, my Sweety K (his son) and I were Mexican in our past lives who lived in the same pueblo village. Seriously, give us Mexican food, and we are satified. Us three kind of have an inside joke about it.

Anyway, he starts raving about Sopa Azteca, a soup he had in Mexico. I asked him if he knew of any good places in the SF area who served it, and he said he didn't. So I told him I would ask my foodie friends out there if they did...so here I am!!

SOPA AZTECA!

Where is it?

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Kate’s Kitchen - Political Egg Plates

Restaurant: Kate’s Kitchen
Address: 471 Haight St. @ Fillmore St., Lower Haight
Cuisine: Breakfast
Date Last Visited: February 24, 2008
Dining Partners: My Sweety K and My Sweety K’s Dad

I know, I know. I usually hate breakfast. Especially AMERICAN breakfasts. Yuck. The only type I would eat without reservation is probably Filipino breakfasts (silogs). I don’t know why but pancakes, waffles, omelets, blah blah blah, just don’t EXCITE me. Possibly because breakfast is so ridiculously easy to make. So whenever someone asks me, “Where do you want to go for breakfast?” I usually have a dumb, blank look on my face because, I’ll be honest, I usually eat leftovers from dinner for my premiere meal of the day. And if I did have breakfast food in public, it’s usually at Denny’s after the club.

So on this day, My Sweety K and his father came to pick me up to have a nice sit-down meal. It was really windy and rainy and it was hard to think of a place to go. My Sweety K and his father were thinking Denny’s, and I was screaming “NO!!!!” in my head. COME ON! Eating out to me is a religion. I live, breathe, and consume it. DENNY’S?! Psh! Then My Sweety K’s father suggested Kate’s. Thank God for you the wind beneath my wings! Denny’s is for after the club when I’m buzzed, dehydrated from all the booze, and about to knock out. Now Kate’s is for a respectable breakfast.

This was my first time coming to Kate’s Kitchen and I was excited as I usually am when I go somewhere new. It was raining out so I was hoping that the usuals who go there were scared off by the downpours. It was about 10 a.m. when we got there and there were a group of people outside waiting under the canopy to stay dry from the rain, but from what I saw they were seated as we were parking. The parking gods were watching over us because we got a parking spot in front of Kate’s next door neighbor.


(Funny how the “CLOSED” sign was still up when there are numerous people eating inside.)

Walking in, I saw the tables covered with the red-and-white-checkered-picnic-style table cloths, the wooden chairs and huge map of the United States with cute cartoon images of each state gracing the left wall by the kitchen. We were seated at the four-person table right in front of the special’s board:


What I saw right away were the Obama Omelette and the Clinton Scramble, $8.50 each. Wow, no one can escape the election hype nowadays. What got me thinking was, “What is so OBAMA about the Obama omelette and what is so CLINTON about the Clinton scramble?” I didn’t know then, and I still don’t right now. Anyhow, I ordered the Obama simply because the ingredients enticed me more. The Clinton was a vegetarian egg dish, but I wanted the meat. By the way, all the breakfast plates come with home fries and toast or a green onion and cheddar biscuit. I opted for the biscuit because you can get toast anywhere.

I’m watching the Academy Awards while I am typing this, so please excuse change of style you will see right now:

BREAKFAST. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It gives us the energy we need to embark on our journey we call life. It awakens our foggy minds, our crusty eyes, and tired bodies. Whether it be a cup of aromatic java, a mundane toaster pastry or a regal plate of eggs Benedict, it fuels us to be who we are. These are the nominees for Best Breakfast.

My Sweety K - The Big Boys Breakfast: Bacon, sausages, two eggs in any style, home fries, accompanied with cornmeal buttermilk pancakes.


My Sweety K loves his meat, this is probably the most perfect breakfast for him. He asked me if wanted some of his sausage, and I was hesitant because I usually do not like breakfast sausage. He gave me a bite and I was stopped in my tracks. This has got to be some of the best breakfast sausage I have consumed. I don’t know how to explain why. The flavors were a bit different. GAH, just go and try it.


The pancakes were a pleasant surprise. I usually have plain pancakes - not cornmeal ones. They were not as heavy as regular ones, and the cornmeal added an interesting texture. I also found the flavor to be a bit different - had a slight tang to it. Well done.

My Sweety K’s Dad - Whole Wheat Texas French Toast topped with fresh strawberries and bananas.


I did not have a chance to have a bite of his breakfast while we were there. How embarrassing would it be to eat off my man’s dad’s plate? He did let me have a slice to take home. When I did get home, I heated it up (I know it was not as good as before) and surprisingly, I still found it pretty tasty. Unfortunately I did not have some fruit, so I did not know how sweet they tasted. The toast itself was thick, had a nice little crunch from the batter and griddling, and I liked the little whole wheat kernels in the bread. This is My Sweety K’s Dad’s “usual,” so you know it MUST be good.

Jo (me) - The Obama omelette: smoked bacon tomato, red onion, avocado, corn, zucchini, Jack cheese, and jalapeno, supported with home fries and a green onion and cheddar biscuit.


Before I go into the details about the omelette, I’m going to talk about the home fries and biscuit. The home fries were HUGE chunks of potatoes and they had some sort of Southwestern seasoning, onions, and bell peppers cooked into them. If you like that Southwest flavor, you will like these spuds. The biscuit - oh the biscuit - was a big biscuit. I picked it up and it was HEAVY. Are biscuits supposed to be heavy? I split it in half in order to smear some butter on it and I saw the little pockets of cheese and green onions throughout the dough. In my opinion, it was okay. My Sweety K took a bite and he too thought that it was okay. Someone is probably going to shoot me when I say this, but I like KFC biscuits more than this one. I did not get a major green onion or cheese flavor from it. The addition of the butter did not really add much to it either. I guess I was most disappointed by how heavy it was. Maybe they overworked the dough on the kneading table. Eh, oh well.


So what is so “OBAMA” about this egg dish? No clue. My choice of omelette does not necessarily signify who I would vote for by the way. =) The omelette was huge and had a whole bunch of goodies in it. BACON is always welcome in my diet. If my primary care physician saw this, she would scold me like the way my grandma would. I really like the avocado (good fat), Jack cheese (bad fat), and corn (no fat) additions. Corn in an omelette? Original. They supplied some freshness, crunch, and sweetness. Something that I did not notice was the jalapeno. A shame. One thing I would have to complain about is the texture of the egg. It was overcooked, heavy and almost rubbery. =( GAH, it’s okay. Well, not really, but I’ll let it slide THIS time.

And the winner is…all of the above. I guess each dish was good, but there were a couple glitches here and there. BUT I would love to come back and try out more things. A plate of pancakes came out that was topped with a mountain of strawberries and granola - oh man, it was incredible. I love the neighborhood feel of this place. It is in the Lower Haight, so a bunch of hipsters dined here with friends, solo people with a book in hand, and US. If you saw the three of us at the table, you would wonder to yourself how we were related to each other because we all look so different. This was a great suggestion made by My Sweety K’s Dad, and I look forward to the next visit.

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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

=)

I'm on the Foodie Blogroll now. YEE!

Look for it on the side panel and you will see other great blogs LIKE MINE!

I ordered an iPod Touch today. Early birthday present to myself. My bday is March 16 (hint hint nudge nudge wink wink). So if you order online from the Apple Store, you get free engraving, so I had this engraved:


Live - Eat - Love
- Joanne Boston -


LOL! =) I'm happy.

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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

FOODIE: To Be Or Not to Be

FOODIE: To Be Or Not to Be
a taste of discrimination, prejudice, and controversy


According to Wikipedia, “foodies are amatuers who simply love food for consumption, study, preparation, and news.” I, Jo Boston, consider myself a foodie. I am not a professional in any way, I eat food, I research a restaurant’s menu before I head over, I cook meals for my loved ones, and articles of restaurant openings gets my adrenaline pumping, so by golly, I would have to say I am an example of a foodie. I think I made it quite clear when I made my blog URL: www.jobostonisafoodie.blogspot.com.

Some people eat to live. I live to eat. I think I differ from my significant other, for example, solely on the fact that he eats whatever it set in front of him. When something is presented to me, I like to dissect it. Instead of dissecting poor animals, like frogs and sharks in school, we should have dissected Foster Farms chickens and cooked them on the heating plates. I like to know what goes in my food and why my tongue reacted the way it did.

Whenever I am with my significant other, family members, friends, etc., they ask me where I want to eat because “you’re the foodie.” Fair enough. I spend a lot of my time researching where I can have a splendid dinner with friends or where I can have a great bite to eat with or without anyone with me. It doesn’t really matter who I am with because the food itself is my partner. So no, the question of, “Don’t you feel embarrassed eating alone?” should not even be discussed because I am comfortable venturing out on my own just to satisfy this yearning inside.

Early Spring of 2007, I started my blog titled “Taking Over the World One Bite at a Time.” It was a way for me to record my food experiences because once I finish that plate of ribs or tear away the last layer of aluminum foil from that humungous super burrito, I probably won’t see it ever again. Shoot, if I’m going to spend all my money on dinners, I better have something to remember them by. So keeping a history of what I ate, where I ate it, and who I ate it with became a hobby of mine. It was a form of self-gratification because some of the experiences are truly once in a lifetime, and knowing I had the opportunity to experience it makes me feel very fortunate, plus a girl deserves to spoil herself once in a while with gluttony.

So once I started my blog, it was invigorating to find out where I can find the best BBQ, sushi, burrito, bahn mi, etc., in the City. I mean, why not? If it’s “the best,” why not try it out for yourself? So I started to scour food-related boards like Chowhound, and began reading articles in SFWeekly, and searched for “Best Of…” lists making them a check-off list for me to keep track of what I had already tried and see if my experience matched the ones published. This simple love of food became a full-fledged obsession and my desire of it consumed me.


Until…I took a punch in the gut. The Chowhound manifesto states: “…Chowhounds know where the good stuff is, and they never settle for less than optimal deliciousness, whether dining in splendor or grabbing a quick slice. We’re not talking about foodies. Foodies eat where they’re told. Chowhounds blaze trails. They comb through neighborhoods for culinary treasure. They despise hype. And while they appreciate ambiance and service, they can’t be fooled by flash…”

Was I living a lie? There is even a board on Chowhound dedicated to how much people hated the word “foodie.” Is there is war between “Chowhounds” and “foodies”? My heart almost hit the floor because my newfound affection of food was prejudged by a hoard of people just because of what I called myself. What I feel is true is looked down upon by some just because I have “foodie” in my screen name. Does this sound ridiculous to people other than me? What puzzles me the most is that a good amount of the people in Chowhound have “foodie” contained in their screen handle. Maybe Chowhound should have had a disclaimer stating, “If you have “foodie” in your screen name, we will disrupt your registration for going against our manifesto.”

I just “love” the line, “Foodies eat where they’re told.” These days, it is pretty hard not to read that review in the Chron or to flip on any of the City’s local television programs and see a feature of a new restaurant opening. I am not going to speak for all those who proclaim themselves as foodies when I say that intrigue and curiosity fuels my fire to go out and see what everyone is talking about. It really is up to the person if they are willing to give up some of their time and dinero to an establishment, ingredient, event, etc. Supposedly Chowhounds “despise hype,” so can 100% of those registered with Chowhound say that 100% of all the places they have eaten at and enjoyed did not stem from a recommendation of a friend, family member or colleague? And that 100% of what they have eaten is enjoyed only by them and that they have not MADE recommendations themselves? I think, to be a good leader, you have to be a good follower.

If you go on any regional or city-based board, 100% of the time you will find a post along the lines of, “I am visiting (insert city here), where to eat?” They are ASKING to be told where to eat. These are people who love food. If they surely did not care about their meals, they could go to the local McDonald’s. But these are folks who want an experience that can only be obtained from their destination. Are the folks up in the Chowhound upper ranks confusing themselves because 99% of the other posts in the same board are of people giving reports about where they ate or what they found at the local farmer’s market and how much they loved it, hated it, whatever. Doesn’t that sound like HYPE to you? It sure does to me.

People talk and write about food because they are moved about their experience, positive or negative, and want to share about it. Consciously or unconsciously, this stirs up HYPE. I myself have written posts to excite other people. If my encounter was good, then I would surely encourage you to experience it as well. So this line of, “Foodies eat where they’re told.” rubs me the wrong way because it is the Chowhounders who do most of the telling. What is the point of telling when there is no following? I may be of those people taking that advice, but I shouldn’t be subject to persecution.

Most likely if you got to this paragraph, you are probably wondering to yourself, “This girl really is anti-Chowhound.” But no, that is not true. Chowhound is bookmarked on my mobile device. Yes, my MOBILE device. I like to keep it handy for tips and suggestions. I also keep Yelp!, EaterSF, and Tablehopper on hand on my cell as well because you just never know what can happen. I might need an address to somewhere or just bored on the BART and need some reading material. The bottom line is that I like to keep myself informed about certain things in culinary society. Is that so wrong?

However, I do have something to say to Chowhound: you better take another look at your manifesto because the word “foodie” shows up in all of your boards. If you have a site that claims what their members are NOT, you better be sure that the people supporting, viewing, using, and contributing on your message boards KNOW this. Your manifesto is basically telling people who say they are foodies, like me, that we are lowly followers, we are all about the hype (like that was a horrible thing), we settle for crap, and we do not venture to find deliciousness in this world.

If you’re a Chowhound, I give you my blessings. No seriously, I have nothing but love and respect for you, but when someone goes out and tells me what I am NOT, that crosses the line. Maybe I’m a bit sensitive because I believe I have been a food-lover ever since I was a child, maybe even straight out of the womb. How is it possible for someone to judge someone’s capabilities, tastes, and habits from a name, screen handle, nickname, etc? Like racism, I’m going to call this “foodism.” Some food-loving people are claiming they are “better” than other food-loving people JUST BECAUSE:

1. They have more money
2. They have been to more restaurants
3. They went to culinary school
4. They personally know a chef of a restaurant
5. They get hooked-up at restaurants
6. They claim to know everything there is to know about food

I just do not think that’s fair. When asked what is my favorite restaurant, I’m not going to say Michael Mina just because it’s a top restaurant in San Francisco. I’m going to say Saigon Sandwiches, Pho Hoa Hiep, Ongpin, and King of Thai Noodle because I go to them the most and I love their food. I could care less if cleanliness and location are sketchy. I am not going to say a high-end restaurant just so that I look wealthy or classy. It’s just funny how someone can claim a place is their favorite place if they have been to is only once and the place changes their menu every week. Okay, okay, I’m getting a little bitter here. I’ll stop there because I’m getting heated.

Now tell me, is anything I am saying making sense to ANY of you?

Is the whole world of food getting aggressive or am I being too sensitive?

*long sigh*

Maybe it’s just a little bit of both.

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