Results tagged “sushi”

There seem to be some great happy hours going on tonight, so we figured we'd make it a theme!

We know we're piling on the video clips today. Sorry. But since it's a stormy day, we figured why not.

We volunteered to meet and greet sell Noise Pop merchandise to festival attendees who often ended up spending all their money on band merch (as if) and/or beer (or more specifically in Cafe Du Nord's case -- Fernet Branca and Poppy Jaspers). It was quite a fun experience though, and we highly recommend it. Contact them about volunteering at next year's event!

Risseldy, Rosseldy: a falcon (or hawk, according to eagle-eyed commenters) kicking it in a planter in front of Sushi Rock on Polk Street. Image credit goes to SFist's very own Rain Jokinen.

Photo of a San Francisco leopard shark

Our recent "3 Questions" subjects have included Megan Marrone, Kevin Rose, Phil Bronstein, and the founders of Yelp -- all pretty darned high-profile people. However, as compelling as we find those folks, our goal with the short-form interview was always to intersperse folks on the street; the folks you meet in your real life, who really are as interesting as, well, anybody.

All those folks who are still complaining about the cancellation of "Mystery Science Theater 3000"--and by "all those folks," we mean us--wake up! The MST3K guys are still at it--they just aren't trapped in space any more. In fact, Mike Nelson, Bill Corbett, and Kevin Murphy will be in San Francisco this weekend skewering a film in front of a live audience with RiffTrax Live.

Michael Mascha is very, very interested in water -- and knows a ton about it. We first spoke to him at a water tasting event that kicked of the publication of his book, Fine Waters. Here's a guy that knows more about water than we do about anything -- and he's happy to share some knowledge with us.

We'd like to thank SFist Rita for sharing weekly-reading duties! Last week's winner: the SF Weekly. Spare the glare - oops, the fancy new Federal Building's got some lighting and climate control issues. Cover article: The SF International Film Festival keeps on keeping on and tries to attract young audiences with downloadable movies (what beautiful cinematography, well, it's probably beautiful, from what I can infer from the teensy screen of the video iPod ... even better than heralding the lush production values of a song as heard on myspace played through one's laptop, but we digress). More SFIFF: Documentaries are awesome, Local Filmmakers are great, too, plus Asian Imports. Not so great: Matt Gonzales' art says Tiffany Martini. We totally thought Tiffany Martini was a pseudonym for Matt Smith, but apparently she's real. Also, don't make the same mistake we did and read Meredith Brody's burger and lobster elegy after the Vaginal Birth After Cesarian article, though maybe we're unique in feeling nauseous at the thought of ruptured uteruses.

-You know what $250 bucks at a fundraiser gets you for lunch? A lunch box of sushi. That's it. For $250 bucks, we'd want kobe beef in gold infused soy sauce in a bed of rare Nepalese quail. On the other hand, you did get to listen to Hillary.

Total number of people pictured in this week's Swells society column: 72.

Although it's one of our very favorite cult flicks from the 80s, we have never seen theme song in Español. And, of course, eminently quotable lines about plates of shrimp, eating sushi without paying, and the intensity of the life of a Repo Man. (9:40pm)

Continuing with our theme of mayhem in the streets, we have news of two accidents today, one involving a death. Today in San Francisco, there was a hit-and-run that left one dead and three hurt. This all occurred late last night, around 12:30 AM when a minivan traveling north on Laguna Street went through a red light at Fulton Street and hit a cab. The cab then spun out, hit a pole, and then collided into a parked car. The driver then fled the scene and was arrested later somewhere in the East Bay. Most of the people hurt in the accident worked at Bar Crudo sushi restaurant.

We're being civic-minded tonight, which translates to giving you the scoop on election night parties. SFist Rita has already filled us in on the District 6 celebrations, though we don't know where Manuel Jimenez' shindig is happening. We hope he's not still mad at us.

Is the sheen off the apple, or was this crappy episode just a one-time thing? Gosh, we hope it's just the latter, because we'd like for this to remain our favorite show. Why were we displeased this show? Guest judge Ming Tsai was kind of a schmuck.Marcel, who we hoped to continue loving to hate, seemed to take a pill. Oh, and the ridiculous "steal the crate of fruit" melodrama? Handled poorly by everyone.

Last night we featured the cross bay rivalry of Taste events, and tonight, we've got two art auctions. When we see things like this, we wonder whether the organizers of said events check each others' calendars, as we have learned through painful experience that we can't be everywhere at once. Perhaps an evite is called for in these circumstances.

While walking down 16th today we noticed something off, something unusual, something different and then we figured out what it was-- Kelly's Burgers looked not only closed but boarded up. The familiar outdoor tables were gone and the windows were papered over so you couldn't look in. There was no sign saying "closed for renovations" or even a sign saying anything. Is Kelly's Burger gone?

-- From Jackson/At a swank sushi bar downtown.

We here at SFist are high-minded individuals who do what we do for the joy of it (because it sure ain't for the money, honey). So why do we find ourselves suddenly obsessed with the idea of winning the Best Local Web Site award in this year's SF Bay Guardian Best of the Bay? Sure, we love the Guardian (well, technically, Rita loves it for all of us), but it's not like the approval of its readers is necessarily indicative of quality, as evidenced by the truly horrible 2001 Best of Bay winning sushi place down the street from us.

We picked a camembert of the brand Le rouge et le noir at Trader Joe's the other day. Oh my, what a mistake, that thing is not even worth turning into a hockey puck. It is a shame they put the name Camembert on such travesty. It got us in a really sour mood. Will people actually think this is what we French enjoy? And how dare they use Stendhal's beautiful classic as a marketing hook for a piece of doo-doo?

Y is for Yuppy Marina which is where four girlfriends travelled to check out a fairly new sushi bar that we had read good things about . Yuzu is a modern, minimalist and sleek venue with grey slate floors and a lofty ceiling that gives the place the aura of museum cafe.

It's a triple espresso shot in your Blotter/Trimeth latte -- the SFPD were called in this afternoon to the Starbucks on Van Ness and Bush after an employee found a homemade pipe bomb in the bathroom. The police cleared out everyone from the neighboring Ellis Brooks auto center, the Wayo sushi bar, and the apartments upstairs. The bomb squad took about 20-30 minutes to defuse the bomb, which was described as "a portion of a flashlight and a fuse." No one was injured, and the folks evacuated across the street said they didn't hear anything when the bomb was detonated. Traffic was rerouted for about an hour. Picture of the Van Ness/Bush Starbucks from the site Starbucks Everywhere

-- Corner of Diviz & Haight

Let's review our sushi cred, will you? For SFist, we have been to quite a few sushi places; we are very familiar with the big names in the sushi market, the Ebisus, Blowfishs or Kabutos, which we visit periodically, and our s.o. comes from Japan. Yet, we find ourselves back at Hamano a few times a month, rain or shine. Why don't we ever stray too far? Part of it is the relationship we have with the management there, whom said s.o. befriended after becoming a regular there. Most of it is the stellar sushi.

Anil Dash shares some timely insights into online communities. Danah Boyd finds herself caught in the middle of the debate over Wikipedia. Tom Foremsi and felow journos sup on Google sushi while their old employers crumble around them. And Jeff Nolan explores some novel theories about Yahoo's purchase of del.icio.us.

OK, last week's winner was the Guardian. It's their 39th anniversary, and we're talking about housing in the city. Cover story: characterless and expensive condos on the East side. The Warfield sues the Weekly, claiming, among other things, that a Bill Graham staffer threateded to "f**k up" the Warfield. (SFist f**ks stuff up all the time, where's our cool lawsuit?). Oakdale projects are unbelievably squalid. Third Street light rail will probably suck (well, duh, Muni's behind it). Dan Leone spills the beans on No-Name Sushi's name. Goodbye, Meatless (does this mean there's a vegetarian food-reviewer opening at the Guardian? Hmmm.)

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order.

Last week’s roundup covered quite a few places in the Mission: Pizzeria Delfina, the resurrected Window, the Thai-French fusion at Baku, dim-sum at Big Lantern, and Crazy Sushi. We thought it was a lot, but we were very far from being exhaustive: we snubbed -- for now -- the new Provence, on Guerrero, or the Annex, a budget French restaurant on Valencia. We ignored the new menu and new ownership at the Last Supper Club, or the new roof garden at Medjool. And looking ahead, the defunct Alma will re-open as a French bistro, and Tartine will open another outlet, we think it is in the short-lived Urban Forage locale on Valencia. This is way out of control, we can hardly keep track. But it is oh so convenient for us, as we can visit these places without leaving our neck of the woods.