CONFESSIONS OF A                                                                  
A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Friday, October 03, 2008

4380 Meals Later

That's right, it's our 4th anniversary here in Restaurant Whore land. Actually, it was a week ago and to my credit I did, in fact, start this post a week ago. I know I have been the shittiest blogger on record this past year, but I had a kid and lived in sleep deprived hell for several months (all I can say about that is that those of you with family in the area and friends who are willing to hang with your kid while you nap are the luckiest bastards alive and I secretly want to dismember you slowly). I tend to get out quite a bit these days but can't seem to find the time to do both the going out and the writing and the spending loads of quality time with Diner #3 (who is fucking rad in case I haven't mentioned).

I got sneak peek of the Moss Room last week and will hopefully be able to make a deal with the time fairy in order to have some free minutes to write about it. In the meantime, I present you with our Restaurant Whore anniversary tradition:

Total Number of Posts: 307, including this one (34 this year -- which is more than I expected, actually)

Most Disturbing Search Term: "aunt confession fuck hard"

Most Unexpected and Welcome Bonus: Lots of free chocolate.

Biggest "You've Got to be Kidding Me" Bonus:
The folks from New York who were at the cupcake stand because they read about it on my blog.

Most Unlikely Reader Demographic:
The folks from New York who were at the cupcake stand because they read about it on my blog.

Best Meal(s):
The delivery that Delfina sent to the hospital when Diner #3 was born.

Best Food I Ate Outside of the County this Year:
Nothing, because my ass didn't leave the USA since last October. Lame, right?

Pieces of Hate Mail for the Michael Mina Post:
0 (2nd year running)

Pieces of Fan Mail for the Michael Mina Post:

Number of Chefs/Restaurant Owners Who Have Posted On the Blog/E-mailed Me:

Number of Oysters Eaten:
Somewhere in the 50-70 range.

Number of Burritos Eaten:
36 -- It keeps going down because Jon eats burritos at work a lot. Bastard.

Number of Times My Grandma Has Asked Why I Have to Swear So Much In the Blog:
None -- she's focused on the book now (you know, the one I haven't been paid for?)

Thing That Makes Me Happiest:
When a stranger tells me how good Diner #3 is in a restaurant.

Thing I'm Most Proud Of:
Next verse, same as the first -- Staying true to myself and not compromising my style or ethics to please anyone else. I still don't write anything down, I still make friends with my servers, bussers, chefs and bartenders and I still own my opinions, popular or not. Fuck, yeah!

And, finally, my blog birthday wish for this year:
That I will finally get paid for freakin' book. And that I'll write more often. Fuck, that was two -- now they won't come true.

If you are still reading after 4 years despite the fact that I am arguably a quite shitty blogger then you are more loyal than I deserve. I want to hump you all for your unflappable dedication to my little corner of the web.


"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

You Know the Economy Is In The Shitter When...

...there was no line whatsoever at Tartine when I was there 20 minutes ago. It's like Night of the Living Dead in there. I could hardly believe it. Pizzeria Delfina had space at lunch time, too (although that could be attributed to the new rocktastic location on the other side of town). Bi-Rite Creamery was a ghost town. This sitch right here is creepier than Uncle Fred.


"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld