Let's start with the good news:
- Beef brisket sandwich at Il Cane Rosso:
- I've been dying to eat at Il Cane Rosso since I first got wind of the Delfina/Coi love child. In the last two months, I've waited in line three times, inching towards the cash register to make this dream a reality. All three times, I've chickened out of actually placing an order, opting instead to subsist on free samples of pear slices, hummus and exocitcally flavored salts. My problem is, nothing has ever called to me as 'the dish' that's going to deliver on the build up. BUT now I have my trusty list to give me direction. It'll be a big day when I stroll right into the Ferry Building, side step the samosa stand, Out the Door spring rolls, and fresh persimmon slices, and head straight for victory. Not sure exactly when it will happen, but we're all very excited.
- Burgers at Fish and Farm, Spruce, and Taylor's Automatic Refresher:
- I recently discovered the magic of a gourmet burger. Sure, burgers are the poster child of American obesity, but when you pay 15 dollars for one with house made secret sauce and artisan pickles, that guilt just melts away like organic gouda on a grassfed beef patty. The other great thing about eating schmancy burgers in California is the requisite In-N-Out comparison from everyone a the table. Be excited guys, you're getting THREE this year.
- Scottish Egg at Wexler's:
- Ok, this one has an unfair advantage due to the insane picture that 7x7 features within The List itself. Whoa. I have never had the good fortune to eat one of these delicious looking bombs of joy that my faithful friend Wikipedia defines as "a shelled hard-boiled egg, wrapped in a sausage meat mixture, coated in breadcrumbs, and deep-fried," and to be perfectly honest, probably never would were it not for the list mandated trial. But, thanks to that photograph, now its all I can think about. Mmmmmm deep friend meat encrusted eggs...
- Fried chicken and waffles at Little Skillet:
- This needs no explanation. Fried chicken? Waffles? Syrup? LITTLE SKILLETS? Done and done.
- Menage a trois at Ike's Place:
- Whenever I go to Ike's Place, I'm too overwhelmed by choice. After waiting 45 minutes, I end up battling hunger pangs that cloud my better judgement to resist adding mozzarella sticks or jalapeno poppers to my sandwich du jour. "You've waited this long," my stomach growls, "why the hell not?" I'll tell you why not. Because it's disgusting. And it would have been included in their novel of a menu if the combination was remotely delicious. The list is like my Ike's Place sponsor--helping me make smart decisions, and keeping my sandwich clean. Damn, it feels good to be on track again.
