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At The Palace Steak House
We'd all been eyeing the place for years. What goes on in that old-school little corner building at Mission and Cesar Chavez, where the promise of a full steak dinner with salad, baked potato and garlic bread beckons at only $8.95 per person? More
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Brunch, Tapas, and $3 Bloody Marys
I have a friend who refuses to make brunch plans. His staunch aversion to brunch is annoying, but he's right: long lines, noisy crowds and the interminable wait for a plate of prettied-up eggs will ruin a weekend day. But, what to do when Eggs Benedict calls, friends are in town and, well, you just have to go and get brunch somewhere? Especially in the Mission, it's hard to find serenity and a Bloody Mary that's less than 8 bucks. Enter Ramblas - that little tapas place on Valencia between 16th and 17th. More
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A Laid-Back Meeting Place Opens in the Mission
You've probably noticed by now that Pintxos, that tapas place at Valencia and 16th, has been replaced with... surprise... another tapas place. This incarnation of small plate purveyorship is called Ramblas (after Barcelona's historic district), and its parentage is comprised of Ron Silberstein and Ragnhild Lorentzen of ThirstyBear Brewing Co., well respected by foodies and SOMA happy hour hordes alike for its hand-crafted beers and bistro-grade tapas menu. Ramblas looks to recreate ThirstyBear's elegant-casual beer-and-snacks appeal in a hip, modern space. More
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Bars
In a town where a reasonably-priced drink, plate of food or event space can be hard to find, the Rickshaw Stop is welcome to an overwhelming degree- it provides all three, with an abundance of space and style and zero pretension. More
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Roosevelt Tamale Parlor. You've heard of it. You've thought about it. Well here's the address. Check it out next time you're up for a sweet little sit-down dinner on the cheap. It's a definite win-win dining situation at this tiny hole-in-the-wall restaurant in the Mission's sunny southeast quadrant on 24th near Bryant, just a few doors down from the St. Francis ice cream fountain. More
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San Francisco Dining in March 2002
Even as a five-year San Francisco resident, I don't suspect I'll ever completely wash that guilty young interloper feeling out of my hair, but at least membership in the club of laid-back appreciators of the neighborhood-based SF lifestyle has its benefits. Most of you, being the savvy, cold-chilling SF Station readers you are, will have already been to the neighborhood dining destinations I'm about to lay on you, but if not, here are the recent deets on some fine and fabulous low-key meals to be had in our fair city and beyond. More
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If the Slanted Door's posh opening party was any indicator, the permanent location of San Francisco's favorite modern Vietnamese destination is going to do incredibly well in its new bayfront space. More
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When San Francisco restaurant industry veterans open a restaurant, the buzz is audible. Town Hall is new to the scene as of late Fall 2003, possessing a restaurateur pedigree that would make a foodie blush with curiosity. But is this posh, casual-chic hotspot worth the hype? More
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Berkeley's new haute hangout dishes up pan-Asian cuisine in a grand old train station
Groggy from last night's magical mystery tour through Xanadu's long list of bizarre lychee and mango cocktails, silvery sakes, and clever wine varietals, I am all too pleased to find my breakfast in a chilled to-go box fragrant with piles of citrus zest, fennel, and red jalapeno. Chairman Mao's Liberation Ribs ($9), marinated and fried to a fall-off-the-bone crispness, make as good a hangover treat as they do a steaming starter plate. One entree, however, I wish we hadn't completely scarfed up at dinner, because a few fat chopstickfuls would really hit the spot: tender, wok-seared Galanga beef. More
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Movies
John Waters' Pecker Fits On Every Plate
Anyone who saw last year's rot-bomb Great Expectations may well exhibit caution before seeing another film about a young man fighting the good fight against ruination in the big, bad world of art promotion in New York City. One suspects that director John Waters saw it too, and once recovered from the sloth and self-loathing concomitant to watching someone else's crap, felt pretty fabulous that he, on the other hand, was in the process of working on a quality picture with quality talent. More
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