SF Street Food Fest 2011

I heart street food, or as SF's La Cocina would say, "I Cart Street Food". Street food is casual, no-fuss, portable, yummy, and (usually) budget-friendly.

Street food has become trendy in the past few years, especially with the rise of the gourmet fusion food trucks...you know, the ones on Twitter and Facebook....who may or may not be redefining the idea of ethnic food by adding kimchi or curry or brown rice or bacon or cheese...and deep frying it. I appreciate and celebrate all this inventiveness, and SF did too, with its annual Street Food Festival in late August, organized by La Cocina.

Spanning four blocks on Folsom Street in the Mission, with over 75 booths and food carts, it was one hell of a block party. Oh the crowds, oh the humanity, oh the food. See http://www.sfstreetfoodfest.com/list.php for an idea of the food purveyors and the yumminess they purveyed.

I stopped by in the morning and stayed for a couple of hours, making some very tortured decisions on what to try. Here's what I finally decided on, based on appetite and length of the line:

Biscuits and Gravy from 15 Romolo, a bar in North Beach. I fancy myself a biscuit connoisseur (graduating from KFC to Popeye's and beyond...) so I started with this. Two flaky biscuits topped with rich white gravy and spiced liberally with red pepper. It was good, but quite spicy. Thankfully Osha Thai and their killer Thai Iced Coffee was a couple of trucks down.

Takoyaki from Nombe, an Izakaya in the Mission. Okay, I adore takoyaki, the pillowy octopus stuffed balls of dough that are the epitome of street food in Osaka. So the second I saw this on the list, I made sure to stop by. The line was effin long. I waited a good 20 minutes in the bright sun (of course SF had to choose that day to have its UV rays on full power). I was annoyed by having to shift incessantly to allow people to pass (why do peeps gravitate to my section in the line to pass? Do I look like a pushover? Oh yeah, I guess I do.) I was this close to saying fuku-yuu to the line when one of the guys from Nombe popped out with a small dish of takoyaki. He was apologizing for the wait and offering samples. Evidently their takoyaki machine can only crank out so many balls in 8 minutes. (Sudden flashback of Xiao Long Bao trauma in Shanghai.) Peeps in line were hesitant to take a takoyaki from the dude. Screw politeness -- it was eat or not eat. And I was eatin'. First dibs, baby. And it was effin good, with gooey cheese (cheese!!!) inside amidst chewy bits of octopus. Awesome. I was staying in line, dammit.

Beef Piroshki from Anda Piroshki. As a child, I used to love those greasy frozen piroshki. I forget which company made them, but the wrappers were blue for beef and potato, and bright orange for beef and cheese. Hot and greasy and nuked in under 2 minutes, perfect afterschool snack to nosh on while watching She-Ra. This childhood food memory was lost until a few weeks ago, when a friend mentioned the word piroshki in the context of...I forget. I just remember the piroshki. And that I wanted one. Now. So yeah, I had to try one at the fest. It was baked, not fried, which I thought would be a strike against it, but actually, it was lovely. Flaky pastry and hearty, flavorful filling. Really excellent, and a bargain at $3.

Sweet Potato Pie Waffle from Pinx, a catering company from the East Bay. Oh damn, when I saw this, I knew I had to have it. I dunno how they did it, but they managed to make a crispy waffle taste like sweet potato pie. And the bourbon caramel sauce and whipped cream didn't hurt either. Really good....and I was devastated to find out they don't have a retail location or truck...yet. But when they do, I will be going back for another fix.

Chicharrones from 4505 Meats. Okay, I was stuffed at this point, but I still had a couple of passport bucks left, so I bought a bag of these infamous crunchies to snack on at home. I've been meaning to try 'em for a while. Holy hell. Why did I wait so long? They are light and crunchy and salty and sweet. They melt in your mouth. Pork fat, spices, magic. Melting in your mouth. I snarfed that bag down in two minutes, and flipped the bag inside out to get at any leftover bits. It was quite gluttonously sad and undignified. Probably would have done the same even outside the privacy of home.

All, in all, I thought the event was wonderful. Lots of really good restaurants showed up, giving peeps a taste of the genius behind each for just a few bucks. Most items started at $3, and usually topped off at $8. I wish I had an extra stomach to spare, because I would have loved to try a bunch of other things. I hate crowds, but ultimately, dodging the hordes of peeps was worth it for the excellent eats.

Conwoocious Cook...

I had the oddest desire to make Chicken Tikka Masala after having Indian takeout a couple of weeks ago, so I went online and typed "Idiot-Proof Chicken Masala" to see what would pop up. I perused, and rejected, several recipes that required marinating the chicken (I said idiot-proof, dammit). I finally ended up trying this recipe for "Murgh Tikka Masala", since it seemed the easiest. See: http://www.whats4eats.com/poultry/murgh-tikka-masala-recipe

Yeah, it's not traditional, but it seemed pretty straightforward. The recipe made a HUGE pot, about 6 times the amount I ordered from the takeout place. (I measured this by actually storing my tikka masala in identical plastic containers that the takeout comes in...yeah I do takeout a lot and I hoard those containers like they were gold -- or chocolate-dipped bacon.)

But anyway...to the cooking. It's not a super easy recipe, since there are lots of things to prep (chopping onion, chopping tomato, cutting chicken - icky slimy yuck), but a food processor helped greatly. Not so much with the chicken, but with the other stuff, heck yeah.

I pretty much kept to the recipe, though I did add a cup of food-processed spinach in an attempt to add more veg to my diet, and the fresh tomatoes I used looked a little anemic -- they tasted fine, but they weren't super red. I kept tasting the dish during the simmering process (after the chicken was fully cooked, of course -- I ain't a complete cooking dunce!), and it just lacked punch...you should have seen me maniacally shaking the different spices and seasoning into the pot in an attempt to give it some pep.

After I added the yogurt at the end, it was still lacking something...the buttery, creaminess that the takeout had. Ooops. I used nonfat yogurt...and not a drop of cream . I was so desperate, I was ready to drop in a hunk of buttah. But as I was trying to figure out how much to add (Whole stick! Half a stick! Whole! Half!), the dish just kind of came together. Like magic.

The dish tasted way different than the takeout (hell, it looks waaaaay different...and way different from the pic in the recipe, too!). It was much less creamy, and more tangy, but it tasted right. While I was having my internal butter debate, the flavors melded and compromised. I quite enjoyed the dish, both with naan, and over rice, and for the cost of the chicken and some spices (I had to pick up turmeric and garam masala) I ended up with a pretty decent dish that lasted quite a few meals. And like takeout, this tikka masala actually tasted better the next day...and the day after...So the moral of this story is: Wait a bit, let things stew, and things may come together just right in the end.

Here's a pic of one of my containers of tikka masala. It kinda looks like it could be takeout, yeah? Sad, but my culinary goal is to make food that looks like takeout.

Campy "Clue"

I have a soft spot for murder mysteries (all hail Agatha Christie) so naturally my board game of choice is "Clue"...and one of my beloved guilty secrets is the 1985 movie "Clue", which, frankly, is a terrible movie, but is so bad in its campy, over-the-top-ness, that it's good.

So imagine my delight when San Francisco's Boxcar Theatre mounted a production of "Clue", which is based on both the board game and the movie. I scored a ticket via Goldstar (loves me my Goldstar) and made it to a Wednesday evening performance at the tiny theater, which is located in a not so savory part of SF -- 6th Street and Natoma Street, on the cusp of the Tenderloin. But you forget about the outside (and the shady-looking peeps you passed) when you're inside the theater. For this production, they built an awesome set -- audience members are on high platforms along the perimeter of the main stage, looking down into the stage, which is a life-size Clue game board. Awesome.

Here are a couple of pics I snapped on my cellcam from my seat (in the "South" section):














The production itself was very cleverly done, utilizing the tiny space creatively, and spoofing it, and the game board element, with a plucky cheekiness. (For example, the actors would move game board style, a couple of the actors posed like the game pieces, and the actors would squeeze into the tiny rooms as shown on the set.) Lighting and a couple of minor scenes taking place on a corner of the upper level platforms helped the narration (i.e. characters driving to the mansion, or searching the upstairs attic, etc.), and the use of props was fun, too. (They had pillow forms they used as corpses.)

The writing was witty -- campy and tongue in cheek, a little cheesy -- but it fits the spirit of the game and movie. Costumes and actors were great -- a male actor plays Mrs. Peacock with the flamboyance of a first-rate drag queen, and the actor playing Wadsworth the butler was fantastic, delivering lightning quick lines in sync with zany physical comedy.

And as an obsessive compulsive freak, I also loved the program -- it was done in the style of the Clue game sheets, clever and low-cost. Due to the size of the theater and custom set, it can only accommodate about 40 audience members per show, which actually adds to the experience. The shows also have different "theme" nights. On Wednesday, for example, the ending (the movie had three different endings) was "audience choice", selected in secret by an audience member. But the cast was so good-natured, they performed the other two endings afterwards, which was a nice treat.

All in all, a fun performance, and definitely worth a visit, if you can still score a ticket. The show's run ends this week....and if you can't make the show, then check out the movie, and play the board game!

Ganbatte!

I am a Japan-o-phile, in love with anything and everything Japan. The food, the cute, the cracked up crack, it's all awesome. And especially awesome is the notion of "ganbatte", which means, "Do your best". Spend 15 minutes watching a Japanese drama, anime or variety show, and odds are good that you will hear ganbatte. It's an encouragement if said to someone about to attempt something, and an assurance (to themselves or others) if said by the person about to attempt something.

Ganbatte is such a simple concept, with tones of William Hung's "As long as I do my best, I will have no regrets."

Yes. Do your best, ganbatte, and no regrets. You da man, Mr. Hung. By the way, I just found out he went back to Hong Kong shortly after his Idol 15 minutes and made an honest to goodness movie. Like a real movie, not a youtube video or cheap porn. An actual Hong Kong comedy, with recognizable stars in it. (Dammit, Nancy Sit is a star, despite the younger generation's "Huh? Oh, the mole on the forehead lady.") Of course, I tried to find it on DVD, but have been fruitless thus far. That says something about the quality and popularity of the movie, right?

But back to ganbatte. Sure, it's easy to say "I'll do my best," but of course, one has to ask: Are you really doing your best? How can you know if you are? Can't you always do better, if given more time, more resources?

I think that's actually besides the point. I think the "doing" is what we need to focus on...as long as someone does, attempts, tries, while putting in an effort (best or less than best) then they really should be proud of themselves and not feel any regrets. Because they TRIED. They didn't talk themselves out of something and say "Why bother?" They didn't punk out, they didn't give up, hiding behind a scornful, contemptuous bravado of, "I have better things to do," or "Why waste my time?"

This spirit of tenacity, the courage to try, even if you risk making a fool out of yourself, is admirable and vital. And should be kept alive. Even if you're goofy-looking, tone deaf, delusional and auditioning for Idol. While wearing an Autobot-anteater-panda-cop-costume.

Conwoocious Fail

Oh man, has it been over ten months since my last post? Fail. Epic fail. What can Conwoocious say but "my bad"? But I resolve to post more. The quality will suffer, but dammit, quantity will be maintained. And in this now now now instant gratification world, quantity trumps quality. Tweets, twits, status updates and the like, more more more of stupid stuff. Perfect. I can post stupid inane crap more often. (Not that the previous stuff was not stupid inane crap, just more thought-out inane crap.) So what shall I rant about in this crap post, er, post? How about how much I hate Twitter and status updates on Facebook? And self-absorbed bitter ranty blog posts, for that matter? Too close to home? Too negative? Okay, then, I'll turn this post around and make it positive. Puppies and sunshine positive. Aren't McNuggets wonderful? They're the most wonderful fried chicken parts unknown ever. Especially now that, and I quote Fast Food News or whatever random website that I ran across: "Chicken costs have decreased…allowing for more competitive promotions by fast food restaurants." Cheaper fried bits of chicken parts unknown to dip into tangy cartons of sauce shaped perfectly to accommodate nugget-shaped nuggets? YAYY!!! Life is good. Life is shortened due to clogged arteries, but still good. Fail.