Sunday, November 13, 2016

Scala's Bistro

Place: Scala's Bistro
Location: 432 Powell Street (between Post and Sutter Streets; right along the Historic Powell Street Trolley Car Line; a half-block up from Union Square)
Hours: open Monday through Friday at 7:00am (for breakfast); open Saturday and Sunday at 8:00am (also for breakfast); open Saturday and Sunday at 11:30am (for "Brunch")
Meal: Eggs Al Forno[1] ~ two eggs, roasted potatoes, coppa picante (which I, of course, ottantasei-ed), Swiss chard, Ramini buffalo Mozzarella, toast; and a large glassa orange juice[2]

(Happy 71st Birthday to Noel Yang!

Yeah, his birthday was actually yesterday, but he deserves a two-day/all-weekend celebration. 

The second song is just a very cool cover version, by a very cool band.

The last song is included mainly because I know the guy that is playing the fiddle on the song, Phil Salazar[3]. Whether you like Bluegrass or not, it's a good song/rendition.)

I felt like doing a re-do at another downtown restaurant, so, like yesterday, I headed back to Union Square and revisited Scala's Bistro (see previous 'blog-entry from Saturday, March 21st, 2015). I really have no idea why una trattoria italiana would use the French term "Bistro", but, then again, how many Italian restaurants in the city incorrectly accent "Caffè"?!

Again like yesterday, this is another upscaley dive that caters to mostly touristas and such. I mean, they even have real cloth napkins (which are always completely wasted on the likes of this sciattone). This morning, I sat in the smaller, upper area near the bar (actually they seated me up there, probably to keep me separated from the rest of the other snooty clientele).

There are still a few other good ideas worth going back for:

(the simply-enough named) Omelette (summer squash and blossoms, Stracciatella cheese, pan fried potatoes, toast; I am pretty sure the ingredients in their omelettes change seasonally, as I had completely different ingredients on my prior visit there);
Egg White Omelette (roasted‎ cauliflower, tomatoes, basil, spinach, side of seasonal fruit; while I really liked the sound of the roasted cauliflower ingredient, I just had an egg-white omelette yesterday and wanted to try something different);
Chilaquiles (two poached eggs, fried tortillas, tomatillo salsa, salsa picante, creme fraiche, ricotta salata; Again [like yesterday] with the cibo messicano maledetto? Cosa succede con quello?);
Brioche French Toast (local strawberries, toasted pistachios, Chantilly cream).

Why they don't have this dish listed as "Uova Al Forno", immano.

Now, I was really expecting this dish to have some sorta tomato sauce base to it, but it was more of just an eggs on top of hash dish-thing. I liked it all, but I know that I would have liked it much better if it had had some tomato sauce in it. Because I had asked for this without any of the carne di maiale morto in decomposizione, they added an extra egg on top of this for me without my asking (it was not really necessary, but appreciated, all the same). This was made with lots and lots of melty, gooey Mozzarella throughout it.

Scala's Bistro only had Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) for use as a condimentary supplement. For a change (and because I had pre-decided this morning after checking out their on-line menu that I was going to order what I did, and I really thought that it would be more flavourful with some kinda red gravy), I did not bring any of my own hot sauces with me this morning. This turned out to be a big mistake as the dish could really have used a bit spicing-up. Oh, well. Next time.

the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

While waiting at the bus stop (at the corner of Powell and Geary Streets) to head back home, I heard several of the noisy chatter-birds, but could not see any around. I am pretty sure that there is a small pandemonium that roosts atop one of the buildings along Geary Street ~ somewhere between Mason and Taylor Streets ~ as I always hear them in that neighborhood when I am down there. A few minutes later when I was on the bus, I did see three of them pass right by the bus window ~ heading westward to Dog-knows-where.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating
Uova Al Forno ~ 6.4;
i Pappagalli Selvatici di San Francisco ~ 8.5


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

"Al forno" simply means "baked" (literally "in the oven") in Italiano. 

(I know there were some of you thinking that it was some kinda kinky, porno dish.)

2. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numero due:

The word(s) for "orange juice" in Italiano is (are) "succo d'arancia".


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