Author: Stew

MIDGE AND STEW DID NOT STARVE IN SAN FRANCISCO

san francisco. We basically ate our way across this town. Stopping only occasionally to shoot the food.

We basically ate our way across this town. Stopping only occasionally to shoot the food. We ate AND took pictures in Chez Panisse and Boulevard and Rose Pistola (the Pink Pistol seems to almost be its Italian name, though I saw nothing in the way of firearms motifs, pastel colored or otherwise) and ate twice at a really high art kind of RetroTechno Japanese restaurant named Ozumo

Some times we think we’ve done it all. You know, the blase yeah, yeah been there done that sort of thing. Travel Note: You haven’t really done it all until you’ve chopsticked your way thru a Bento Box full of sushi and wasabi while watching Godzilla vs Mothra on a big flat screen TV. A small thing maybe, but you really know you aren’t on duty when you’re doing this in the middle of the afternoon. Great food, great casual but attentive service. And classy as they were they didn’t mind me taking a few snaps. I do try to be subtle.

But yet. We got our subtle shutter bug knuckles wrapped in a dippy ice cream shop in the middle of otherwise perfect sunny afternoon in Berkley? Sigh. I may do that story next. We’ll see.

But back to the Boulevard. Boulevard Restaurant was right next to our fun (BAY Bridge view) Harbor Court Hotel. Swell, chic fun to eat food, at Boulevard, amazing really. We dropped in about 10 pm and said Food Please. They shrewedly isolated our roudy late arrivals away from their regular customers in a private room. That room was a barrel valuted and floor to ceiling mirrored wine cellar two steps off the main dining room. The barrel vault appears to be ancient, ancient brick. All very slick and grown up, but still lighthearted. Doesn’t take itself desperately seriously. Food, yes, self, not so much. I don’t know about you but I’m willing to pay more to not be stuffy. Is it just me?

Rose Pistola rocked too. We had so many good Italian appetizers there including tiny zucchinis razor thin sliced and fried like potato chips but green edged and dime sized. Shredded artichoke and parmesan cheese on the next plate over. Aces as a salad, served room temp. And wood oven pizzas. Oh, my. Did we really eat all that? The crowd was somewhat dressy like a lot of people had just ditched the office and forgotten to go home yet. The jazz was cool. The food, like we implied, was to die for.

In the photos at the top here: Desserts, Dates and Clementines at Alice’s, Prosecco with Paulette at Rose Pistola, and appetizers from the deep blue sea at Boulevard shot by our friend Steve, with Martin doing the forklifting.

SIENA COMES TO LOS ANGELES AND SAN FRANCISCO

Siena did come to the West Coast for a few days. And it was good. The Spannocchia parties were a great success with the LA event even getting mentions in the LA Times.

ALICE’S RESTAURANT. AND EDIBLE SCHOOLYARD

Siena did come to the West Coast for a few days. And it was good. The Spannocchia parties were a great success with the LA event even getting mentions in the LA Times. Blizzard-bound Mainers, noses pressed to the windows of the Portland Jetport trying to see even a hint of the runway — well, we didn’t have a snowball’s chance of making that party. But we were all present and accounted for in San Francisco. We met up with Randall Stratton, from Siena, Italy and Gail Cinelli and Erin Cinelli, both from Maine at Alice Water’s famous CHEZ PANISSE in Berkley. How famous is it? Someone just gave me the book “1,000 Things to See Before You Die ”. (Morbid-ish title, if you ask me, which they didn’t) Anyway, under “San Francisco” in the book, there are basically two entries: Cable Cars and Chez Panisse. What a fine and legendary place that is. Oh my. That was a wonder. Freshest ingredients, freshest presentation, nicest people running it. And the building is so fun. Like a tree house for grown ups. Very funky, even for fun Berkley.

The Spannocchia estate outside Siena is all about sustainable agriculture, so an interesting side shoot of the visit to Alice’s Restaurant was that the manager encouraged us to make a few block jog in our trip around Berkley to visit a foundation started by Alice Waters called the Edible Schoolyard .

This was really a demonstration of what one person with a good idea can accomplish. With her vision and guidance the people at Martin Luther King Middle School dug up a concrete parking lot and made a one acre kitchen garden. The kids dig this garden. They dig, plant, weed, harvest it. Then they eat their results and compost anything left over. We took a nice tour with the director who had been a student there herself in the early days of the garden. Another fun part of the tour is when Rusty Lamar former Internship Program Operations Manager at Spannocchia biked over to join the tour. He’s traded the good life in Siena for the good life of Architecture School in Berkley. He’s show in the photo here, at the right, with Spannocchia Foundation executive director Erin Cinelli.

At the party later in the Noe Valley part of town near Mission Dolores Park at Incanto Restaurant, we wined we dined most excellently with old friends and new and then Randall Stratton introduced the newly translated book by Delfino Cinelli about life on a large Italian agricultural estate in the 1920s – with many parallels to today’s farm life. Randall is Spannocchia’s General Manager so he was the perfect editor of his wife’s grandfather’s book.

The book’s translator Archie Stone spoke and both he and Randall were signing copies later. They sold every copy they had with them before we could get to them. The books can be ordered by calling the Spannocchia office in Maine (207-871-5158), and they will ship them as they get shipments in from Spannocchia.

Eventually, Erin says they will have an option for ordering online, but not quite there yet. This is the first ever English language edition of the book: “Castiglion che Dio sol sa” – The Castle that only God knows. Midge later pulled the name of the lucky raffle winner out of a hat and announced that Berry Stafford had won a week at the Castello. Good times indeed.

In the photo here we see Gail Cinelli, Randall Stratton, Sarah Chironi and Erin Cinelli. Sarah is a Spannocchia intern program alum. She and Erin were interns together in 1994. Today, Sarah owns an olive oil production company and mail-order business in St. Helena, California called Elixir Olive Oil.

WHAT. A. TOURIST.

I am (was) such an Out Of Towner. OK, NOW we know that the first fantasy bridge outside our lovely (and wired!) Harbor Court Hotel room’s window is the “BAY Bridge”. They have more than the one? Cool. The Golden Gate Bridge is. . . how shall we put this? More Golden.

Ok, hawk-eyed viewers have accurately pointed out that your intrepid reporter was sooo wrong on his former Golden Gate pictures. Looked good to me. But what do I know. I am (was) such an Out Of Towner. OK, NOW we know that the first fantasy bridge outside our lovely (and wired!) Harbor Court Hotel room’s window is the “BAY Bridge”. They have more than the one? Cool. The Golden Gate Bridge is. . . how shall we put this? More Golden. As you can see from this unretouched view of the actual Golden Gate Bridge below right. I was sorely tempted to do a bit of revisionist history and simply change out the wrong photo for the right. Didn’t want to burn my credibility bridges. But really, there is a golden glow to our Bay Bridge, here on the left, no?

We took our floral based shots from a park just before you go over the Golden Gate Bridge. Our fun friend and native San Franciscan, Paulette (she’s also our neighbor in Panicale in Umbria) took us there. And she said she had never in her California life ever been in this park. As you drive up to this park by the toll booths, it looks a bit generic, in a WPA Park Service sort of way with its concrete gift shop etc, but it is a super garden and a great place to check out the bridgework.

And yes, we had to take this picture to show that Midge does “get” Cable. If you are going . . . to San Fran-cisco, you could not go without trying the Cable Cars could you? Who would ever want to have a car here on vacation? Way, way too easy to get around without one. And you say you have a real need for a car, like to go up to Wine Country? Have Lightning Limo carry you around. They cheerfully took us to the airport way before the crack of dawn. I have never seen a towncar polished in and out like this one we had. About the price of the cabs which, by the way, were not all that impressed with our departure time!

From Golden Gates to Golden Gates

We’ve finally arrived! whew. A couple weeks ago we were at the temporary Golden Gates of Christo in NYC and now the real Golden Gate is just outside our hotel window. Palm trees waving in the breeze below us. We had coffee outside in the sun, all is right with the world. This is another world by the way.

We’ve finally arrived! whew. A couple weeks ago we were at the temporary Golden Gates of Christo in NYC and now the real Golden Gate is just outside our hotel window. Palm trees waving in the breeze below us. We had coffee outside in the sun, all is right with the world. This is another world by the way. I certainly hope these nice people truly appreciate what they have here. Wow. Balmy weather, flowers in bloom, heck trees in flower. Wicked nice. Friends are ditching jobs and coming to entertain us shortly. Non vedo l’ora. Thanks to techspert Jeff at our office for getting me broadcasting live from Frisco this morning.

california here we come . . . or not. stuck in the snow

Well that certainly did not work. We slogged our way to town, parked our car, took taxi to the airport, drank our four dollar Starbucks, watched the monster snowflakes fall, watched the plows attempt to plow accumulated monster snowflakes off the runways. And watched one flight after another cancell out. And then ours too.

Well that certainly did not work. We slogged our way to town, parked our car, took taxi to the airport, drank our four dollar Starbucks, watched the monster snowflakes fall, watched the plows attempt to plow accumulated monster snowflakes off the runways. And watched one flight after another cancell out. And then ours too. By then the taxis had quit running and we had to rent a car to escape the gravitational pull of Portland “International” Airport. That Hertz. Sigh. So. Here we are. Home again. Have new tomorrow tickets out of Boston this time. Yes, it is still snowing here in Maine. Wish us luck! We will so appreciate San Francisco when we get there!