Leah S.'s Profile

I live to serve. Apparently SF got the memo. They called me to serve jury duty. Now, I'll admit the process is kind of a pain, but also a fascinating look into a democracy at work  and our inalienable rights to a fair......zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
The juror hall is fancy. The people were friendly. The wait times weren't too outrageous. The judge explained things clearly and concisely. The defense attorney looked suitably intimidating. The prosecutor questioned everyone and the defense attorney even objected a few times.( At jury selection? Really? Ooooh, so Law & Order! Who knew we'd be in on the action so early?)
For one shining moment, I was Alternate # 3. Then I was dismissed. The judge thanked me for showing up. I handed in my per diem slip ($15 big ones baybee) and went on with my life. A little wiser. A little more self-righteous about doing my civic duty. A little bit delighted I don't have to serve for at least another year.

You know, I forget about this place, but I shouldn't be so quick to overlook. I went this Saturday with the fam in town from the burbs and we had a really good time. It's always super loud, which loses it points for me, but tapas are really a great concept and you have to do almost everything wrong to not enjoy at least some part of your meal.

The sangria's great and some other standouts are the jerk chicken (jerks are always tastiest), the shrimp in a creamy sauce, the chicken quesadilla (just the right amount of spice) and the plantains.  

The flan was really good and served at room temerature, which is way better than too cold.

Our server was efficient and friendly, and the guys on clean-up duty were on the ball. Plates were removed as soon as we were finished.

It's kind of a weird block on Mission (read: no bars I frequent), so I often overlook it, but this is a good place for parties or large groups.

Yes. Solid. I like the Watermelon Wheat beer. They do a good job with the IPA. Oh, yeah, and they usually have some good cider. And*hic* I'll try the heavy stuff this time, too. Sure. I usually try a few different beers here and leave with a pretty good buzz. The food is good but not a standout.
The servers are pretty on top of it and manage the post-ballgame crowds pretty well.

Best overheard at the bar:
Drunk Girl: I'll have a tumor please
Bartender: A what?
dg: A pint of tumor.
bt: TRumer? The pilsner?
dg: Yeah, I SAID the tumor.

I found brunch at the old Toast location lacklustre, so I wasn't too thrilled about going to the new location for dinner.

Well, color me surprised. I ordered the veggie burger, which was actually REALLY good. Crispy on the outside, yet mushy and yummy on the inside. I like that you can switch up the sides(salad/fries/soup/coleslaw I think and maybe a few other options), and I'm always glad to see sweet-potato fries on the menu anywhere.

The bf on the other hand, didn't love his steak and eggs, but that's what you get for ordering breakfast for dinner.

They've done a good job redecorating, with a nice nod to Herb's diner on the wall. The servers were good and friendly. We were there early when it was jammed with kiddies, so can't say much about the ambiance. The menu has a good selection of sandwiches, salads and misc. diner food, and of course, breakfast all day. I'm still a giant Meh on the breakfast, but I'd go back for dinner if I needed something quick in the neighborhood.

I see I apparently give quite a few 5-stars, but Incanto really does deserve all 5.

Everything we had was delicious. The portions were great-I didn't leave there stuffed. My halibut was cooked perfectly and the bf had cornish game hen, which was exquisite.  The bread selections were top class. The waitress was great, with some excellent recommendations (sparkling dessert wine-I'm talkin' to you!). The room is lovely.

Oh, and this is manily off topic except for my vegetarian comment(some good veggie options) , so feel free to stop reading now if you'd like to avoid my rant, but.......... even if everything had been crap, I'd probably give this place 5 stars for having to put up with the WANKERRRRRRRRR at the table next to us. The waitress approached his table and began by telling he and his companion (we later found out that it was his sister-this douchebag said everything 5 decibels too loud, so we weren't even eavesdropping. Much) that there were no specials and everything they had that evening was on the menu. He proceeded to tell her he was vegetarian 17 times and asked her for recommendations (there were plenty of options including two veggie entrees, which as you vegetarians can vouch, is pretty rare). He then shot down everything she recommended and asked for her views on one of the salads on the menu. She replied it was very good and explained the dressing, to which he responded "But is it a chop salad?", she said No and he said "Well, could you just have the chef cut it up for me?". SWEAR.TO.GOD. Would you like a sippy cup too, jackass? She politely told him that the chefs wouldn't do that and then walked away. Probably rolling her eyes and cursing her luck to end up with that table. That then provoked him to loudly bemoan the fact that she's supposed to SERVE him and give him whatever he wants and she's just a SERVER and she's not SERVING him and on and on ad nauseum until I thought my head was going to explode. Seriously, he stressed "serve" in the most demeaning way and I dread to think what else he asked for or complained about after we left.  But, that really has nothing to do with Incanto, so end rant.

I had a surprisingly great time here. I went with two friends who aren't big drinkers or big eaters, so I thought it'd be me plowing through every plate while they split a salad and looked on in disgust.

Mais non! They ordered heavily, ate heartily and we even ended up getting a carafe of sangria after we blew through our delicious wine.

The service was great, with a cute little server who took the time to explain things we had questions about and made some great recommendations. The trio of ceviche is really wonderful, with good sized portions, as has been noted before.

Everything we ate was really good (shout out for the empanadas and the bread pudding), the atmosphere was bustling, the wine list was great and when I found myself eating the fruit out of the sangria glasses I knew I was getting lit. Everything you could ask for in a meal!

I will definitely go back to try the Lomo Saltado.

I was going to go -1 star for the name. Every time I see or hear it, I involuntarily hear Bono screaming "Liiiiiiiiimmmmon" in my head, and nobody needs that. I figure that's a personal problem, though and this good Peruvian restaurant shouldn't have to suffer for it. 5 stars.

You know how to beat the lines at Boogaloos? Show up at 2:30 on a Saturday when you're hungover with eyeliner running all down your face. (see MAC review).
No crowd at all. Just the waitstaff hustling to get your food out by 3:00 so that they can leave on time.  
God DAMN: the Temple O' Spuds (half order) is the perfect hangover food. Fried potatoes, cheese, sour cream, salsa, onions all topped with an egg (for the protein, don't ya know)? Christ I wish I could eat that RIGHT now.
Also, they have the most fragrant maple syrup on the planet or something, because I don't even like maple syrup, but one whiff and I had a craving the likes of which you won't see this side of a third trimester. You wouldn't necessarily think of it, but an english muffin drown....er, lightly drizzled in maple syrup is beyond delicious when your blood sugar has dipped to a dangerously low level due to a crippling champagne hangover.
Ah, Boogaloos. Go. Oh, wait, you all already do. Bastards. Get out of my line!

OK, I had this super swanky work formal do, and seeing as my makeup usually consists of some lip gloss and a half-assed swipe of mascara, I decided to blow the roof off the joint and go all out with a MAC makeover.

I had a 30 minute window to get everything done in, so the girl who was doing my make-up said she'd have to go for a "really neutral eye" look. OK. Sounds good. JEEBUS! I looked like Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile, only by Queen I mean hooker. The eyeliner was all the way up my lid and right on my inner eyelid, which resulted in the girl saying my eyes looked "Intense". The intensity came with the effort of trying to hold my eyelid up under all that makeup.

Now, I do have to say that under the subdued event lighting, everything looked really good and it came out great in the photos, but when I turned around and my boss visibly recoiled and yelled "You're all made up!!" I just knew this would never be my everyday look.

Props to everyone at MAC for being really nice and props to the girl who did my makeup for picking a way neutral lip color that I never would have dared choose, but that looked really good on. I picked up some good tips, such as applying everything (even moisturizer) with a brush to save on product and give a more even application. Minus 2 for making me look like a slut in the harsh light of day and for saying I had a very "shall we say, rosy??!?!!" complexion in a sneering tone of voice, and for the fact that the eyeliner in my eye ruined one of my contacts and basically stayed put for two days.

Who knows what WPLJ's stands for. In my mind, it'll always be: Why? Please Lord Jesus?

There were a lot of cougars here. Cougars in party dresses picked from the juniors section in Macy's. People did the electric slide unironically, and good for them. They were at least enjoying themselves. When the bouncer came up and said "Ma'am, I need you to get your feet off that seat" it was all done for me. Ma'am? Really? There's a 55 y.o in a dress that's actually a shirt and shows us views of her ass as well as her back cleavage, but, yeah, I'm the Ma'am in this crowd.
Screw you, WPLJ's.

Yeah, that's right. I'm in FPA (Fat People Anonymous) and proud. As anyone who's tried to lose wight knows, it's not easy. I've been coming here on Wednesday afternoons for a while now, and while I'm not at my goal weight yet, I really do think the support you get while doing the program is the thing that will make it a permanent change for me.

Susan hosts my meeting and she's unbelievably peppy and motivating. As I normally hate pep and motivation, I was tres skeptical when I started and prided myself on being one of the people who "wouldn't drink the kool-aid". Surprisingly, the meetings really have been a huge part of what's kept me going back, even when the scale has made me feel like quitting. The support you get goes a long way to shifting the focus to the whole person and changing your perception about food. It's not just about what you do or don't eat. I can see why this program has worked for so many people. I'm still a work in progress.