Saturday, June 21, 2014

Curbside Café

"Half the Army reads comic books, the other half looks at the pictures." 
~ James Joseph Croce

Place: Curbside Café   
Location: 2417 California Street (between Fillmore and Steiner Streets)
Hours: Monday through Friday open at 9:00am; Weekends open at 8:00am
Meal: Chilaquiles ~ Sauted [sic] corn tortillas, Ancho[1] chile sauce, Jack cheese, topped with two eggs any style, fresh salsa & black beans (and cottage potatoes); and a (very large) glass of Pomegranate-Limeade

(Of course, today's EweToobular juxtaselection is because today happens to be the birthday of one Timothy James Curry. Happy Birthday, Dr. Frank N. Furter![2])

I am actually running out of new places to try for breakfast in San Francisco, so I am finding that I have to go back and eat at restaurants that I have already eaten at. Don't you just hate when that happens? Anyway, today's breakfastary rerun was at Curbside Café (see previous 'blog-entry from May 15th, 2010).

Curbside Café is a rather smallish place. Their offered seating is just: three small, round sidewalk (ou "curbside", s'il vous plaît) tables for two people; two tables for four people (both located in front with "curbside" views); two tables for six people (which could be reconfigured for tables for four and two people, or three tables of two people); and five tables for two people (these couldn't be reconfigured into ten tables for one, though). It was mostly full this morning, and I had arrived there just after they had opened, too.

stupid parklet mini-rant of the day

Oh, my Dawg!!! There is another of these public parking impediments right across the street from Curbside Café (and I really don't care what establishment it is in front of/being sponsored by, as they won't see any of my business, anyway). This particular one is a large two-space obstacle, constructed of cement/concrete. Yeah, I can see how that can be easily moved if ever need be (see, the stupid Rules of Engagement set forth by the jeenyuses at Pavement to Parks[3] states that these nuisances are supposed to be easily moved). "But… but… but, Brian, the city needs more greenery and parks…" Fine! Alta Plaza Park (a very nice two block-by-two block San Francisco city park) happens to be only two blocks away. Reimagine that!

(Yes, "Stoop" is more than an appropriate name for this wastelet. You'd have to be a complete moron[4] to think that this public obstruction is a substitute for a real city park in any way.)

While this version of chilaquiles was not nearly as good as those found at either Chava's or SanJalisco, it really wasn't that bad a version, either. I know what you are thinking, "A French bistro serving Mexican 'Brunch' items?", but they also offer a few other "South of the Border" items on their "Brunch" menu. Normally with chilaquiles the eggs are just scrambled in with the mess, but they give you the option of how you would like your eggs here; I simply went with eggs over-medium for a change. This dish came with a side of nice pico de gallo and the Ancho chilli sauce was very tasty, too. The cottage potatoes were not listed on the menu as coming with the meal, but breakfast potatoes are always a welcomed addition.

The only condimentary supplementation that I saw readily available on the tables was Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (and just the standard red). I just used a little of my own Big Papi En Fuego Hot Sauce Off The Wall Triple Hot (Thanks, Kerry!) on top of the eggs and to mix in with the chilaquiles, and the last of my Youk's Hot Sauce (Thanks, Brian!) on the potatoes; I figured the Boston Red Sox could use all the mojo-ness that I could help with.

I skipped any Coffee with breakfast, but I made myself a cuppa Peet's® Limited Edition Alta de Dota to enjoy while typing up this 'blog-entry. This is truly a sublimely thaumaturgic cuppa Coffee. It is easily one of the Best New Coffees that I have tasted in 2014, and one of the best new ones that I have had in a long time ~ shades of my "discovery" of Jamaica Blue Mountain several years ago. And I really only picked up a half-pound of it last week so that I could get a free cuppa with the purchase for my birthday weekend breakfast. Sure, it's not Jamaica Blue Mountain, but, then again, Nicole Kidman ain't[5] Marilyn Monroe, either. I am not really any kind of Coffee Constance Sewer (however, I am a Major Coffee Snob ~ I used to be just plain ol' Captain Coffee Upstart before my promotion), but I know what I like, and I liked this one very much.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Chilaquiles ~ 6.3; Peet's® Alta de Dota ~ 7.8-7.9 (and trending upward)

1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day:

"Ancho" means "wide" in Spanish. Ancho chillies are made from dried Poblano chilles; when they are dried out, they are flattened or "widened".

2. Seriously, folks, double check your facts and don't believe everything ~ or most anything ~ that you read on the Intro-Net and especially in my 'blog-entries.

3. They go by the cutesy acronym of "P2P". Well, I may just have to take them up on that and start urinating all over these stupid abominations.

4. I am more than convinced these are actually designed by half-morons of the worst degree.

5. For the record, the Nazi Spell-checkers at Microsoft do not recognize this nonstandard contraction (which is fully accepted in many 'merican writings now-a-days; just ask that new novelist Samuel Langhorne Clemens).

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