Sunday, April 23, 2017

(just plain ol') DeLucchi (???)

Place: DeLucchi

Location: 500 Corso Cristòforo Colombo (on the corner of Stockton Street)

Hours: open for breakfast Monday - Friday at 10:00am, and Saturday & Sunday at 8:00am

Meal: elvis in north beach ~ housemade (restaurant-made, whatever) peanut butter, applewood smoked bacon (which I ottantasei-ed, ovviamente), concord grape jam & bananas on toasted panini roll with a small mista salad (apparently mrs. salad was unavailable); a glassa grapefruit juice; and afterward, for a breakfastary dessert, un doppio Espresso e uno cannolo at Caffe Trieste

(Tuesday April 25th marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of one of the best [if not The Best] singing voices [male or female] to come out of the American 20th Century Music Scene ~ Lady Ella Jane Fitzgerald. Hence, the first EweToobular song.

Coincidentally enough, Tuesday would have been the 100th Birthday of one Elvis Aaron Presley, too.)

I went back to DeLucchi (see last 'blog-entry from Sunday, October 23rd, 2016) per mia colazione. It looks like they have now omitted the accentually confusing "Caffé" or "Caffè" or "Café" from their name. (Perhaps, too many stupid touristas or wise-guy 'blogsters must have asked them about which is the correct spelling of that portion of their name.) Their printed menu just has it as "DeLucchi" now, and on the windows it is simply stenciled as "DeLucchi", too. However, their original neon sign on the corner of the building still shows "Caffé DeLucchi". Gó fîggèr.

I thought it was a bit too chilly (and it was still in the shadow side of the building) to sit outside this morning on one of the sidewalk tables. Be that as it may (be that as it was), it didn't appear to be too cold for an Indian family (with two little kids) to sit outside, anyway... "You're a better family than I am, Gunga Dins!"

Confusingly accentauted (or absent altogether now) name aside, I want to get back there to try some other of their breakfast ideas still: 

polenta funghi ~ polenta, melted fontina, braised kale, mushroom medley & poached eggs

(I know I will like that a lot, too.)


mediterranean scramble ~ two eggs, Feta, olives, roasted red bell peppers, red onion, spinach, artichoke, capers with potatoes and toast

(Feta, spinach, artichoke, and capers? Öh, yèáh!)

I don't know. I was a bit disappointed in this meal. Don't get me wrong, it was okay and all, but I was really expecting the bananas to be fried or something. It was a bit messy/sticky to pick up and eat hand-held, too. I would also have liked more of their housemade (restaurant-made, whatever) peanutbutter in the sandwich. This is currently made with Concord grape jam (as stated on their printed menus), but their on-line menu lists it with fig jam. I bet this would be much better with fig jam.

Luckily, because I could, I substituted (consider it "major upgraded") the small mista salad (Is a bigga mista salad the norm in Utah?!) for their excellent artichoke hash. 

DeLucchi has three kinds of Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce, Green Jalapeño Pepper Sauce, and Chipotle Sauce) and Tapatío® Salsa Picante Hot Sauce for condimentary supplements. I used some of my own Dragon Breath Garlic Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on some of the artichoke hash.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
elvis in north beach ~ 6.2;
artichoke hash ~ 7.5

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Dottie's True blue café

(No official web-site any longer [or any shorter].)

Place: Dottie's True blue café

Location: 26 6th Street 
(on the corner of Stevenson Street); 
phonicular contact: (415) 885-2767

Hours: open Thursday through Monday at 7:30am

Meal: Spinach, Kalamata Olive, & Feta Omelette ~ with home fries and your choice of (boring ol') English muffin, (most excellent) house-made (well, restaurant-made) buttermilk dill or whole wheat toast... or for $1.00 extra, grilled (the mostest excellent) chili-Cheddar corn bread with pepper jelly (which is exactly what I went with); and a glassa orange juice

(Early in the mornings, Dottie's True blue café is usually playing old Blues and Jazz music, etc., and who better to exemplify the Blues than the Empress of the Blues herd*mnself, Miss Bessie Smith?! [Somehow, I don't think Empress Bessie was referring to any sweetener for her morning Coffee in this song.]

The second EweToobular selection is just because today is Earth Day. [Listen to Neko. You had better never turn your back on Mother Earth. She'll shiv ya just as soon as look at ya. The dirty ol' b*tch!])

Continuing with my once-a-monthly visits for 2017 to Dottie's True blue café (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, March 25th, 2017), I went back there again this morning.

Once again, I sat at "Seat One!" (the corner counter seat, right under the large Specials Blackboard). Seeing as I was the second "group" (there was one couple just ahead of me this morning) in the door, I pretty much had my choice of seating, anyway. There were only about fifteen to sixteen people waiting in line by the time the doors were open this morning. Of course, the joint filled up quickly enough (as could be heard by Kurt exclaiming, "The grille is backed-up!") and there was a small line out the door by the time I had finished eating.

Sitting under the Specials Blackboard, I realised that it has been quite some time (at least over a year now) since I had last ordered their Sweet Potato, Caramelized Red Onion & Gruyère Tart (with eggs any style [just don't ask for them "poached" or you might p*ss off Kurt ~ see previous Dottie's 'blog-entry for an explanation of that silly reference] & fruit). If it is one of next month's specials, I will have to think about getting that again.

Sure this was "just an omelette" (and the ingredients were of all of my [intelligent] choosing), but this was really a great omelette due to the fact that it had lots of everything that I like. There was no skimping on either the Kalamata olives or the Feta (which are two ingredients that a lot of non-Greeky establishments tend to go el cheapo on). Even that picky ol' one-eyed sailor-man would be impressed with the amount of spinach that was sequestered throughout the omelette.

For condimentary supplementation, I simply used some of the provided Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce 
(Chipotle Sauce) on the homefries. I thought about using some of Dottie's pepper jelly on the potatoes, but I only had just about enough to use on the cornbread, anyway.

I skipped any Coffee with breakfast because I planned on checking out yet still another Christmas gift (I even still have one more bagga to go) to enjoy while keyboarding-up this 'blog-entry (Thanks again, Greg & Cindy!). This afternoon's cuppa was Bettys Colombian Fedar (no relation to that Darth Fedar guy, by the way): "A lively Coffee, with a butter caramel sweetness perfectly complemented by a delicious fruity character." (Is this supposed to be a cuppa, or one of them actors on that "Downtown Abigail" TeeVee show?) This was a very good cuppa (as all of Bettys products are), but I have had better from Bettys (Can you say "Jamaica Blue Mountain"? Yeah... Well... Can you say it ten times fast?!). And for extra added juxtaselection points, I drank it out of one of my Dottie's True blue café mugs.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Spinach, Kalamata Olive, & Feta Omelette ~ 7.0 (this is taking into consideration the plethoria... the plethera... the Pliny the Elder... whatever... there was a lotta d*mn Feta in it);
Bettys Colombian Fedar ~ 7.1 

Sunday, April 16, 2017

eight am

♪ "Don't blame us if we ever doubt ya
You know we couldn't live without ya
Breakfast... you are the only only ooooonly..." ♫

(No official web-site [or none that I could find].)

Place: eight am

Location: 1323 Columbus Avenue 
(between Beach and North Point Streets; right across the street from Joseph Conrad Square [you know, the triangular mini-park ~ but not odious "parklet" ~ across the street from the Cannery Shopping Center]); phonicular contact: (415) 292-4888

Hours: (ironically enough, they actually) open at 7:00am seven days a week 

Meal: Pacific Heights (Frittata) ~ asparagus, tomato, and Manchego cheese; and a glassa freshly-squeezed (extra-frothy/foamy with lotsa pulp) orange juice

(There are absolutely no EweToobular juxtaselections with this morning's songs/videos. I just happened to catch one of T Sisters[1] songs on the car stereo on the way to breakfast this morning and really liked it. The second one is just because... GO RED SOX!!!)

I only have two words to say about today's new breakfastary find: "Yow"-and-"zah"! 

I happened to notice a "new" (well, for me, anyway) breakfast spot last month when I was checking out another great new place, Surisan (see 'blog-entry from Sunday, March 19th, 2017); so I made myself a retarded missive to get back again to check out eight am one of these days. Well, today happened to be one of these day. Much like last month's visit to Surisan, I really have to make an effort to get back again soon to sample some more of their other offerings. Who knew there were now two great breakfastary locations in the confines of (the usually breakfast-bereft) Fisherman's Wharf?

eight am has only been open now since late March 2015. I don't blame myself for not "discovering" this place sooner; it's not my fault that there are not normally enough good breakfast joints in Fisherman's Wharf for which to get over there more often. I think this space used to house just another neighborhood coffeehouse. This is a very cool little spot, with seating for about 34-36 people and additionally three tables for two people each outside on the sidewalk (if you want to brave the cold and don't mind watching the homeless sleeping/waking-up across the street in the mini-park, that is). There was only one table occupied when I had first arrived (a little after 7:00am), but I was happy to see that the place really fills up fast (even early on a pastoral Easter morn). Apparently all the touristas in the nearby hotels and motels have already gotten the word about this great little place.

I especially like that they offer many other options for stupid vegetarians (and, I suppose, many others for dead-decaying-meatetarians, too). There are several more (locally-named) Frittatas and a full line (of the anti meridiem and post meridiem variety) of Crêpes[2] from which to choose, ferinstance: Haight Ashbury (Frittata; mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, bell peppers, and Swiss cheese); Noe Valley (Frittata; Black Forest ham, zucchini, and Gruyère; which I would have, of course, sechsundachtzig-ed the Schwarzwälder Schinken, Adolf); Nob Hill (Frittata; mushrooms, spinach, shallots, and Swiss cheese); 7AM (Crêpe; tomatoes, yellow and red bell peppers, mushrooms, onions, and Swiss cheese); 8AM (Crêpe; berry compote made with fresh seasonal berries [just not seasonal heirloom tomatoes or eggplant, I hope ~ please see the silly A Berry Strange Interlude below to get that joke] and Chantilly cream); or 11AM (Crêpe; peanut butter and sliced bananas [which are an actual berry, of course] drizzled with maple syrup).

However, for my next visit, I will probably (most definitely!) have to opt for their Avocado Toast Three Ways (a culinaristic ménage-à-trois, peut-être?!). I was informed by one of the ever-attentive, friendly waiter/server-person guys that this is one of their most popular choices. This meal includes: Avocado Toast with Fried Egg (toasted multigrain bread spread with mashed avocado topped with one sunny-side up egg), Avocado Toast with  Heirloom Tomato (toasted sweet baguette spread with mashed avocado and heirloom tomato slices), and Avocado Toast with  Bacon (toasted sourdough spread with mashed avocado and bacon; of course, I would probably ask for a second sunny-side up egg in place of the porky-butt bits). This also comes with a side of fresh fruit. The person at the next table over from me had ordered this and it looked really good. It might all be a bit too much food for me to order it with a side of their very tasty homefries. Pity. 

One of the main reasons for my exclamatory first sentence of this 'blog-entry is that not only was this a very good rendition of a frittata, but it was completely fully-wrought with asparagus! That is always a very good thing with me. Asparagus (asparagi?) happens to be one of my favourite of the stalk-fruits! There had to have been at least enough asparagus pieces in it for one-per-bite of the frittata. Oh, yeah!

A Berry Strange Interlude

This meal came with (an unexpected, but much welcomed) small bowla fruit. It included bananas (a botanical berry), pineapple (not-a botanical berry), blueberries (a botanical berry), blackberries (not-a botanical berry), raspberries (not-a botanical berry), strawberries (not-a botanical berry), cantaloupe (not-a botanical berry), honeydew melon (not-a botanical berry), and kiwifruit (a botanical berry). Just on a whim (and because I am a bit of a nudnik), I happened to ask one of the waiter/server-person guys if he could name how many different types of "berries" were in the bowl. Of course, he immediately said "Three: blueberries, strawberries, and blackberries." I told him that he had the count correct, but only one of the berries correct. I then went on to explain to him (read: bore him to tears, where he pretends to listen intently to humour me) the "botanical berries" junk. He seemed most impressed that both tomatoes and watermelons are classified as "botanical berries".

For condimentary supplements, eight am had Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) and Cholula® Hot Sauce (Original) on all the tables (and I did spy one bottle of Huy Fong Foods, Inc Sriracha Hot Chili Sauce in their front refrigerator; maybe they only dole it out when specifically requested). None of that really mattered as I had once again brought a few of my own hot sauces to use and went with some Laura Plantation Vidalia® Onion & Peach Hot Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) on the homefries and some Dancing Dragon Cayenne Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on top of the frittata (just a few drops for flavour, no way did I want to overpower or mess with all that asparagusy goodness).

I had parked a block away on the corner of Bay and Leavenworth Streets (near where the mini-funicular is located on that street) and I could see that there was some police activity/morning excitement a block up Bay Street at Hyde Street (which I would have to pass by on my way back home). It seems that one of San Francisco's famous "Trolley Cars" had a minor misunderstanding with a couple of vehicles early this morning. Luckily, when I passed by, it did not look like anyone was severely injured, but it was easy to see which would win a battle between a personal automobile and a large cable-operated street railway car that can not veer out of the way of any cross-traffic.

I had skipped any Coffee with breakfast because (after a conversation about this very product on defacedbook yesterday) I had predetermined to use up the last of my Bettys Christmas Blend (Thanks once again, Greg & Cindy!). As luck would have it, I had juuuust enough grounds left to make a cuppa-and-a-halfa by using my French press. (Hey, Cindy! Is it too late to requisition one of those surplus bags that you were offering?!) It's all good, as that now clears the way for yet-still-another bagga Bettys Coffee from Christmas to be opened now.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Pacific Heights (Frittata) ~ 7.0 (this is taking into consideration the plethora of asparagus, the very good homefries, and the nice bowla fruits);
Bettys Christmas Blend ~ 7.6 (even though it is an entirely different [as opposed to "entirely the same"?] Christian seasonal holiday already)


1. T Sisters are (is?) a local Oakland (the one in California, not the much larger suburb of Pittsburgh, PA)-based Folk-Rock musical group. It's just such a shame these sisters are each as ugly as the next. They will never be able to cut it in Musiclandia looking and sounding like they do...

(I highly recommend checking out more of their songs on EweToob, too. I have been listening to [and enjoying] them all morning while typing [keyboarding, whatever] up this 'blog-entry. 

Bettys Coffee and great harmonies? What a great way to spend a quiet [and extremely wet] Easter Sunday morning!)

2. Not necessarily a stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, but more of a personal pet peeve* pointer of the day:

Please let it be noted that, unlike yesterday's breakfast at an actual crêperie-joint, eight am has this word correctly âččêñtêð (Sorry, I couldn't locate a decent accent for a "t" with which to emphasise my useless point there.) on their menu. 

*(I once had a pet peeve of my own, but it died because I could never find the right kind of food for it to eat.)

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Squat & Gobble Cafe & Crepery

Place: Squat & Gobble Cafe & Crepery

Location: 1 West Portal Avenue 
(on the corner of Ulloa Street)

Hours: open seven days a week at 8:00am

Meal: Tropical Island (Sweet Crepe) ~ fresh pineapple, papaya[1], banana, shredded 
coconuts [ sic ], brown sugar (at least not "brown sugars"), caramel sauce, candied walnuts, topped with pineapple papaya sauce, served with your choice of vanilla bean Ice Cream or whipped cream; (then for dessert) a side of Our (well, Their) "Famous" Rosemary Garlic Potatoes (just not "Rosemary Garlic Potato"); and a large glassa fresh-squeezed (well, fresh-machined) oranges juice

Their awful name aside, I went back to 
Squat & Gobble Cafe & Crepery (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, February 27th, 2016) for breakfast again this morning. I sat downstairs in the main dining area (I am not exactly sure when they even open up the balcony seating area upstairs) because it was still pretty early and there were lots of open tables.

I have eaten at Squat & Gobble Cafe & Crepery so many times already that I probably have had just about all of their Savory Crepes (well, those suitable for stupid vegetarians). Some of the other ideas that I was thinking about today: Mama Mia (a Savory Crepe; Mozzarella, Parmesan & cottage cheese, onions, mushrooms, spinach, eggplant & tomatoes, topped with Marinara sauce; I have had this [at least once] before and really like it); Whole Thing (another Sweet/Dessert Crepe; fresh bananas, candied walnuts, brown sugar & cinnamon, topped with nutella® & powdered sugar); Castro (Omelette; Feta cheese, tomatoes, spinach & Kalamata olives; oh, yeah ~ this was going to be my choice if I hadn't gone sweet this morning); South of the Border (Omelette; pepper Jack cheese, black bean chili & avocado, topped with salsa, jalapeño, sour cream & cilantro); Fillmore (Omelette; sautéed bell peppers, mushrooms, tomatoes, ham & melted Cheddar cheese; which I would have ordered without the porky-bits); or Milan (Scrambler; Italian sausage, spinach, mushrooms, onions, tomatoes & Parmesan cheese, topped with pesto sauce; of course, I would have also ottantasei-ed il culatello di maiale morto in decomposizione).

As I had expected, this was a very good (and definitely sweet) crêpe (or crepe). I was surprised that there was a bit more papaya in it than both the pineapple and banana combined, though. As strange as it may sound, I actually opted for the whipped cream option instead of the Ice Cream one; this was breakfast, after all, and I wanted to maintain a semblance of breakfastary decorum.

Squat & Gobble Cafe & Crepery has both Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) and Cholula® Hot Sauce (Original) for condimentary supplementation. I used a little of my own Palo Alto Firefighters Pepper Sauce 
XXX Ghost (Thanks, Brian!) on one half of the potatoes and some Dixie Crossroads Hot Habañero [ sic ] Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Brian! [Who happens to be no relation to the first Brian thanked previously.]) on the other half of the potatoes. Additionally, I broke out a brand new pepper-grinder/shaker from Morton® (Yes, the salt-people... "When it rains... it grinds?!"), which I had purchased just last week. I tested it out all over the potatoes... and stopped short of trying some on top of the crêpe (or crepe), too. (Don't judge me! It would probably have worked nicely. There used to be a local Berlin [well, "local" if you lived in the Kreuzberg or Tempelhof neighborhoods] restaurant that served fresh cracked black peppercorns on top of vaniller Ice Cream [itself on top of a warm fresh fig] and it was delicious.)

the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

After breakfast, while walking along West Portal, I saw (well, I heard them squawking loudly first) a medium-to-large pandemonium (probably twenty to thirty or so) of the Wild Parrots flying overhead. I was somewhat confused as to why they were in this southern part of the city, then I remembered that they have a good-sized roost nearby in the trees at the top of Rocky Outcrop Park or Golden Gate Heights Park (which are just over the [Forest] Hill from the West Portal neighborhood).

I had purposely skipped any Coffee with breakfast as I figured I would head to the other end of West Portal to get a decent cuppa at Greenhouse Cafe once again. I got a medium cuppa (whatever the [Green]house roast/blend may have been today) Naked Coffee. It was still a bit too cold to sit outside in their garden patio area this morning, so I ended up drinking it inside for a change (or for the warmth).

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Tropical Island (Sweet Crepe) ~ 6.7;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5


1. Stupid, useless pseudo-botanical and pseudo-geographical note:

a) The papaya fruit (like the banana fruit) is a berry, botanically speaking.
b) The papaya plant is native to the tropics of the Americas, perhaps from southern Mexico and neighboring Central America. It was first cultivated in Mexico several centuries before the emergence of the Mesoamerican classical civilizations. So, having this ingredient in a crêpe (or crepe) named "Tropical Island" is a bit misleading*... unless the island you are speaking of happened to be named Cozumel or Isla del Tiburón.

*(Sub-note: The pineapple plant is indigenous to South America and is said to originate from the area between southern Brazil and Paraguay. The Spanish introduced it into the Philippines, Hawai'i, Zimbabwe, and Guam.)

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Overtime Sports Bar & Restaurant

Breakfast on Geary (redux), Part 31

(This is supposed to be their "official" website, but it does not seem to be operational yet.)

Place: Overtime Sports Bar & Restaurant

Location: 4134 Geary Boulevard (between 5th and 6th Avenues); phonicular contact: (415) 702-6611

Hours: open for "Weekend Brunch" Saturday and Sunday at 9:00am(-ish; I had gotten there just a little after 9:00am and the doors were still locked up tight; so I went for a walk around the block, and when I got back about five minutes later, they were finally opening up then)

Meal: Weekly Special Eggs Benedict over Waffles ~ w/ tots or potatoes; and a cuppa (and only one refilla) Peet's Coffee® Major Dickason's Blend® (this is sorta Peet's® flagship blend/roast; it's really good enough to be promoted to Light Colonel, already, if you ask me)

(If you need any actual reasoning for the second EweToobular song, it is simply because...
Sir George Ivan. That is all, thank you. Plus, this is a great live rendition of one of his songs [not that all of his songs aren't also great]. Thanks for the video, Skip!

The third song is just some guy covering one of Sir George Ivan's biggest hits. Trust me, this guy will never make it singing any of his own songs. [Who knew Robert De Niro could sing?!])

I had stopped in for dinner a few weeks ago at Overtime Sports Bar & Restaurant during the NCAA Final Four ~ which is when I noticed that they were now also open for "Weekend Brunch". (There was actually a "RESERVED" sign on one of the tables next to mine that night... now what kinda self-righteous bastage reserves a table at a sports bar?! Seriously?!) This morning, I ended up not only being the first idiot in for breakfast ("Weekend Brunch", whatever), but the entire time that I was there, I remained the only customer. It may take some time for this place to catch on as a local breakfast joint (or even a local "Weekend Brunch" joint).

Overtime Sports Bar & Restaurant has only been open now since Super Bowl Weekend (this year) and have only been open serving "Weekend Brunch" since March 11th (just one month ago). It is in a space that had been vacant for many years now (easily ten to twenty years; it has been so long now that I really can't remember what used to be there; I think it was just another local Richmond dive-bar along Geary Boulevard). There is ample seating (and, as dictated by the Sports Bars of America Charter [It's a real thing; look it up!], there are many large-screen TeeVees all over the walls) of: seven tables for two; three tables for four; two tables for five (or six); four booths for four; and several (at least ten to twelve) bar-counter stools.

There are not a lot of items (yet?) from which to choose on their "Weekend Brunch" menu. Some possible other ideas for stupid vegetarian-types were: Eggs, Cheese, & Salsa over Tots or Roasted Breakfast Potatoes (this was going to be my initial choice until I spotted the absolutely disgusting-sounding choice I chose); Cinnamon Toast Crunch French Toast (which I can only assume is a form of French toast encrusted with the cereal of the same name); or Straw-Nana-Tella Waffles (fresh strawberries [which, I suppose, makes up the first hyphenated portion of the meal's name], bananas [hopefully, this makes up the second part of the name and it is not Hannibal Lechter's take on a breakfast utilizing bits of his ol' granny as a topping], nutella® [and, finally, the last part of the name?] sauce).

I mainly went this choice this morning because it sounded too disgusting to pass up ("... up which to pass"?). And I was 100% correct. Of course, I had them be sure to omit any of that dead, decaying Canadianlander porcine junk from my dish. I really liked this take on Benny's boring ol' ovarian creation. What a great idea to substitute Mr. Thomas' faux crumpets with waffles. "But, Brian, wouldn't waffles be too sweet for the base?" Yeah. So? What's yer point?! 

Hmmmm?! I just have one question. Seeing as I only had two quarters of a Belgian waffle included in my meal, did that mean I received the leftover half of someone else's dish, or will the next person to order this be getting my sloppy-seconds?

For condimentary supplementation, Overtime Sports Bar & Restaurant has Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) and Tapatío® Salsa Picante Hot Sauce. The waiter/server-guy person also told me that they have a Sriracha aioli if I would like some of that. I passed up on that one (this time) and just used some of my own Pepper Palace Gator Bite Hot Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!) on the tots and some Sunbelt Plantations Vidalia® Onion & Jalapeño Pepper Hot Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) on top of one egg.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Weekly Special Eggs Benedict over Waffles ~ 6.6 
(I am giving this an extra 0.1 Glen Bacon Scale points for originality)

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Mama♥s on Washington Square

Place: Mamas on Washington Square

Location: 1701 Stockton Street (on the corner of Filbert Street)

Hours: open Tuesday through Sunday at 8:00am

Meal: Kugelhopf[1] (French toast) ~ house baked brioche bread with golden raisins, cinnamon, dates, and sliced almonds; a side of grilled potatoes (aka homefries); a large glassa orange juice (I had actually planned on ordering a glassa grapefruit juice instead; however, after waiting to order for over a half-hour, I drew a blank and panicked and ordered the first juice that came to mind; Macht nichts!); and, afterward, a cuppa doppio Espresso at Caffè Trieste

(I love the mosaic-tiled tables at Caffè Trieste. I was still way too full from breakfast to even think about getting my Coffee with either an accompanying cannolo o bombolone.)

(The reason for today's EweToobular song? Simples! Everyone knows that Adam Duritz is a big fan of Austrian Bundt cakes.)

My original plan was to get up to North Beach last Sunday morning, but due to unforeseen circumstances (or foreseen d*mn Half-Marathons), I just waited until this morning to head back to Mamaon Washington Square (see last 'blog-entry from Sunday, May 29th, 2016).  And, yes, I could have gone to Mamas yesterday morning for breakfast, but I just find it much easier to locate a good parking spot nearby early on a Sunday morning. As it was, I quickly found a good spot only two blocks away (in front of some playground named after Dom DiMaggio's older brother, who may or may not have played MLB, too). I probably should have driven around the block first, as there were several open/legal spots available right on Washington Square Park. (How do you say "D'oh!" in German?[2])

It really didn't matter much, as I had arrived there early enough to be the second "group" to be waiting in line. What kinda stupid touristas have nothing better to do on a Sunday morning than to get up so early that they are standing around in line at 7:25am?! Of course, the line quickly formed behind us and grew to a half-block length even before the doors were opened for business. Waiting directly behind me in line were a young German couple with their toddler daughter, named Sofie. I must have regaled them (read: bored them silly) with all five German sentences that I still remember.[3] I tried talking them into also getting the Kugelhupf, but something must have been lost in translation.[4] (I do wonder what Sofie's choice for Frühstück ended up being.)

(Sure, this table-top may not be as cool as the one at Caffè Trieste, but I still liked the design.)

This was served as three extra-thick slices (well, triangles) of egg-battered Kugelhopf. I have had this dish (at least once) before, but it had been some time since I last tried it. While this may not have been quite as excellent as their Apple Pan Dore that I had on my last visit there, it was all still very good on its ownsome. I normally order one of their MOmelettes whenever I eat there, so this was another nice (sweet) change of pace.

Mamas offers just Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) and Tapatío® Salsa Picante Hot Sauce for condimentary supplements. I ended up using some of my own Pepper Palace Chocolate Habanero Hot Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!) on the homefries. (Despite the name "Chocolate" in my hot sauce of choice, I dared not mess with the Kugelhupf in any way, lest I might find myself on a slow train to Auschwitz.)

Lil Mamas Update (Downdate?)

I spoke with the owner/manager-guy once again about when they might be opening their second location in North Beach. He told me that, unfortunately, funding did not go through (among other reasons for the delay). The location at which they were originally planning to open is no longer available (and already has a brand new Cole Hardware in that spot which just opened last month). He told me that they are still looking for an alternate space somewhere also in North Beach. 

the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

While waiting in line, I saw a fairly good sized pandemonium of about twenty to thirty of the 
Wild Parrots flying westward (Ho!) from Telegraph Hill ~ towards probably Fisherman's Wharf for the morning/afternoon. I pointed up at them and explained to Sofie's parents (well, as best as I could) about our local Papageienpopulation.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Kugelhopf ~ 7.45;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5


1. Was ist das?

Now I could go into a whole, long "stupid, useless cunning linguist/pseudo-culinaristic pointer of the day" here, but I figured it is just so much easier to steal... er... borrow the information from the friendly folks at WikipediA (seeing as they have already stolen... er... borrowed most of the information from other Intro-Net sources themselves):

Besides, my explanation was probably going to go with a translation of "the bouncing bonnet" or such.

2. I am not entirely certain, but I think that the Simpsonian exclamation "D'oh!" auf Deutsch might be "T'eig!"

(I am sure that there are all of about two ex-Herm ops from Marienfelde that might get that crummy* joke.)

*(Bakery-pun totally intended.)

3. They must still be trying to figure out just why eine dumme Amerikanishe Armee-type person was asking them if his "nose was on fire" or why their "duck has rabies".

(Thanks go to Lowell Skelton for teaching me both of those extra-helpful phrases when I first lived in Berlin-town.)

4. I asked them what they called "French toast" in German. Was it called "Französischer Toast"? But they said they just called it "French toast". T'eig!

Saturday, April 1, 2017

the Manor

Place: the Manor ~ an American Bistro Diner

Location: 321a West Portal Avenue 
(between 14th and 15th Avenues)

Hours: open Tuesday - Sunday at 7:30am

Meal: Create Your Own Omelette (but, luckily, not "Cook Your Own Omelette" ~ I made sure to ask) ~ 
(my creation included) 3 eggs, caramelized onions, spinach, and chèvre (that would just be "goat cheese" for the French-impaired), served with house potatoes and toast (I went with the sourdough choice); a glassa orange juice; and, afterward, for a breakfastary dessert-thing, two mini-macarons (one vaniller and one mustachio) and a medium cuppa Naked Coffee (some kinda medium roast; that was the best I could get out of the counter-lady person) at Greenhouse Cafe

(I may have already used the second EweToobular song before for another April 1st juxtaselection. Am I supposed to remember [or fool-proof-check] this junk myself?!)

For only being about three-to-four blocks long, there are actually a few decent places (at least four places now that I am aware of, so that would average out to be about one-per-block, even using Common Core Math) along West Portal that are interesting breakfastary destinations. This morning I headed back to an all new/old place, the Manor ~ an American Bistro Diner (Restaurant Food Eating Place?) (see previous 'blog-entry from Saturday, November 12th, 2011). I am calling this place "an all new/old place" because it is under new ownership, with just a slight name-change from its old diner/coffeeshop roots; however, they now offer a much smaller menu with (upscaley) diner-style food. They only re-opened in June of last year after having been closed for about a year or more when the old family-owned place had closed.

I sat at the restaurant-length diner-countertop (at the very end seat next to the kitchen, so that I could keep an eye on them preparing my creation), which I was glad to see remained from the original restaurant (diner/coffeehouse/bistro, whatever). They have retained several of the old-time diner booths, too.

There are really not a lot of choices for breakfast (particularly for stupid vegetarian-types). I could have gone with another omelette combination (I was originally thinking of creating my own artichoke hearts, spinach, and Swiss omelette). I also saw on their daily specials board that they had a mole chicken dish of some sort. I asked the owner/manager(?)-person guy and he said that they make their own fresh mole sauce (and he confirmed that it is 100% vegetarian-friendly). I bet that would be a great topping to an avocado, roasted bell peppers, and Monterey Jack omelette creation.

They do have a couple of salads that I could have breakfastized (Okay, maybe that is not a real word, but I am sure that I am not the first fool to use it on the World Wild Webs.[1]) by adding a couple of poached eggs on top of them, or, better yet, by adding some of their Deviled Eggs with Togarashi[2].

My creative creation turned out to be a good one (no foolin'), if I do say so myself. The spinach was fresh (baby?) spinach and lightly grilled/sautéed, and really complemented both the caramelized onions and creamy goat cheese. I liked their style of homefries, too.

For condimentary supplementation, I was informed that the Manor had Cholula® Hot Sauce (Original), a Sriracha hot sauce (probably Huy Fong Foods, Inc., I didn't bother to check), and a Sambal hot sauce (I also didn't find out which brand this might have been). I just used some of my own Pope's Whiskey River Hot Sauce (Thanks, Amy and Chef Joe!) on the potatoes (and I am happy to report that I have finally killed the last of that bottle... which only leaves me with twenty-seven more to go in my refrigerator currently) and some Lucky Dog Medium Fire-Roasted Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Brian!) on top of the omelette (and there is probably only one dose left in that bottle, too). 

I purposely (purposefully?) had skipped any Coffee with the breakfast meal because I had it in mind all along to stop back by Greenhouse Cafe (just a few doors down the street, anyway) for a breakfastary dessert-thing. (Does anyone know a fun portmanteau for a "breakfast dessert"?) I sat outside in the solitude and tranquility of their backyard patio area to enjoy my Coffee and breakfastary dessert-thing. Mustachio is one of my favourite flavours of those mini-macarons. I was told that they alternate between serving Naked Coffee and Equator Coffees & Teas. It really didn't matter to me, as I like both of these local(-ish) purveyors of fine Coffees.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
CYO Omelette ~ 6.7;
Naked Coffee + mini-macarons ~ 7.0


1. Ha! Do a Google-search for "breakfastized" and see for yourselves.

2. As best as I can figure, Togarashi is some kind of Japanese chilli powder/seasoning.

It's either that, or some kinda impossible Star Trek-ing training exercise...