In this edition, you get two posts for the price of one!
Lately, it’s been hard to fine time to eat. Graduation is coming up and it seems that I am snowballing into more and more assignments.
But last weekend, the sun came out.
I gathered up some friends and headed out towards Dolores, filled with Burners and drum circles and naked gay men.
We ate at Pizzeria Delfina, attached to its fancier sister restaurant.
Clearly, very excited.
Alicia had a calzone with nettles, cheese, and pine nuts.
Amazing, yes…if you like nettles (which I do not so much). If you don’t know, nettles are little stingy weed-plants which taste a little like lemony mustard greens.
Emily got an amazing looking Neapolitan pizza and an Anchor Steam, which are made here. This is a big deal as she is not a beer fan.
I started off with some tripe, prepared really well. Not squeaky at all, perfect consistency, clean taste. It came with sea salt and hot pepper oil, but it was a little bland.
I also had littleneck clams, which were good but they put a whole lot of fatty pork pieces in there. I mean, I love pork, but every once in a while I’d get a mouthful of extremely salty pork flavor instead of clam.
This was the real winner. They called it a baba rum. I don’t know if that’s just how they say it in Italy or if it’s supposed to be switched around because the cream was inside, but I know rum soaked cakes with cream as a rum baba. This one was puffed and flaky with little currants inside and a strawberry sauce.
And it all would have been delicious things and wine and sunshine…if I hadn’t left my thesis there post-haze.
Got it back, but there’s a lesson for you: never abandon your $40 stack of papers with 2 years of intellectual work behind just because you had a glass of wine.
Earlier on, for….something….oh, right. Open Studios Day! SFAI’s grad campus had a big studio event that lasted much of the day. Why is this important for the sake of this post?
It’s not really.
But afterwards, we all went out for drinks! Unfortunately, cheese and wine don’t make a meal. Thus, a few of us went across the street from the lower mission bar (El Rio) to get BBQ at Baby Blues.
I’m always very skeptical of barbecue when it isn’t located in the South. I get especially nervous when they don’t indicate what kind of barbecue it is: Texas, Tennessee, Carolina, Kentucky. These things matter, you know?
That’s usually why I try new places based on their sides and sauces before their meat. But first:
Simone had some pulled pork and briskey, with beans…I think? I think I recall that she didn’t care for the beans, but the pork I grabbed off her plate was pretty nice.
Ross and Nicole had essentially the same thing as Simone, in sandwich and mac and cheese variation. They can be seen here in the midst of a troubling discussion of a wilderness fantasy that Ross has in which he disappears in the woods, possibly to get eaten by a bear.
Now for the sauces. They were interesting. They went from tallest to shortest in terms of heat. The biggest one was delicious, a sweet sauce that tasted great on my mashed potatoes. What I thought was the hottest turned out to be one up from that, and was quite spicy with a habanero pepper taste. I did not try the spiciest one, unfortunately. Either way, all house made and really nice.
So. Sides. The mashed potatoes were great, the collard greens and stewed tomatoes were amazing. The mac and cheese was alright, and I never tried the cornbread because it was too much for me at that point. Don’t let this picture fool you, those are big portions.
All in all, a cool place (they had pies too) that I want to go back to.
At El Rio, you’ll usually find this guy making taco-like things on fry bread.
He does it on donation, with a suggested $3. He is great. And he makes them sweet with local honey and powdered sugar too.
All in all, good times.