Category:
Mexican
Categories:
American (New),
Bars
Neighborhood: SOMA
Category:
Thai
Neighborhood: Union Square
Categories:
Italian,
Mediterranean
Neighborhood: Financial District
Quince is a memorable, enchanted special occasion restaurant. The cuisine, served as a choice between a four course fixed price with 2-3 choices on each dish, and a tasting menu, is inventive, delicious, and meticulous, though perhaps a step below spectacular or revelatory.
Presentation was extremely detailed without being fussy. Things were chopped into very little bits indeed, at the edge of being tasteable, with tiny herbs of a few leaves each strategically arranged, but in a naturalistic way. Swooshes of sauce and pureed vegetables swirled around the dishes. A lamb dish described as having fresh green chickpeas had exactly six chickpeas, each about the size of a regular pea.
The setting is elegant, clean, and dramatic. There are no scratches or scuffs on the walls, no careless glue holding anything in place, nothing out of place. The artwork are giant photo prints that you can stand and gawk at as if it were a museum. The two tiny unisex bathrooms (for which there can be a wait) are finer than any bathroom you will ever own, with glass bottles full of lotion.
Service is a highpoint. It is formal East Coast style, everything is formal, precise, and correct, without being intimidating or snooty. They pour your water or wine from a certain exact angle. If you make the casual dining mistake of lifting your glass they'll silently contort to pour it just so. If you leave the table you come back to a napkin folded just right, or a new napkin, in just the right spot. If you spill something they'll figure it out. They don't miss anything, you don't have to ask. But unlike California style service, they won't describe (unless you ask) where they live, what they had for breakfast, the last restaurant they worked at, their roommate's new bartending job, or how much they love their chef.
Highly recommended for any significant occasion when you want things to be flawless - parents in town, meeting to open or close a deal, a second date when it's time to get serious.
Categories:
Japanese,
Sushi Bars
Neighborhoods: Union Square, Civic Center/Tenderloin
Listed in: Eating after eleven, Noodles!, Wifi coldspots
Good late night sushi in San Francisco? Inconceivable.
1:30 AM snacking on a recent Sunday. It's sweet, earnest as all get-out. Everyone's speaking Japanese. If the Great Pumpkin ever appears, it's here next Halloween.
Basic sushi + appetizer + ramen + comfort food menu. Priced higher than average. Portions moderate to large. Spicy tuna hand roll and hamachi toro nigiri were among the best in this town: perfect temperature, texture, flavor, freshness, presentation.
Decor was a few South Asian trinkets, plastic candle holders taped to large mirrors, supplies in haphazard locations, a folk art painting of a New Mexico sunset against the VLA, a half moon, some kind of nebula, stars against a black sky -- more celestial events than your average sushi house.
Service is kind and real.
2007 UPDATE -- still good. Gets better and better. They now have inexpensive take-out sushi rolls and bento boxes.
2007 UPDATE #@ (after 15 more visits). They are downplaying what they do best, cheap noodle soup, in favor of expensive but good sushi. Their cheapest line of food, the how-do-we-get-rid-of -our-leftovers, is the very best. Think odds and ends of sushi stirred into "seafood fried rice" and random pieces of fatty salmon skin in their $5 take-out rice box. You guys can take their fancy stuff, I'm eating the leftovers. Yummmmmm.
Categories:
Japanese,
Sushi Bars
Category:
American (New)
Neighborhood: North Beach/Telegraph Hill
Category:
Italian
Neighborhood: North Beach/Telegraph Hill
Categories:
Bars,
American (New)
Neighborhood: North Beach/Telegraph Hill
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The bad started at the door, a blast of 65-degree air at noon in the summertime, like the entrance to a cave. The restaurant was mostly empty except for a few elderly couples and, a few booths back in the dimly lit dining room, some large families with fat parents. The host came and left several times, acknowledged us, then said it would be just a little while for an outdoor seat. He came and left several more times, seating a party that had come in later. I idled my time eying the plastic coated margarita menu full of corny names for different combinations of cheap alcohol. After ten minutes, he walked us to the back door, handed us the menus at the door, said we could sit wherever we wanted, and left.
A food runner came with the aforementioned chips and a tasty but completely not spicy salsa. After prodding he brought the "hot" (same sauce, only spicier) and "nuclear" (a yellow creamy liquid that wasn't particularly hot or tasty, and seemed to be sour cream based). Nobody came for quite a while and when we flagged the food runner down to say we wanted to order, he said the waiter would be by shortly. He wasn't, so we left half an hour or more after entering a nearly empty restaurant. Nobody noticed us on the way out.