On the recommendation of mouthwatering dumplings and vegan affair, we ventured out to EOS in SF for our good friend’s birthday. Initially, our ingress seemed dubious since our most beloved Bay Area edifice, the Bay Bridge, had been crippled by midnight sabbot. Luckily [...]

[...]Imagine sleeping in a gently swaying hammock outside in the warm Mexican night air somewhere outside Oaxaca directly adjacent to an entire field of burning Agave cactus and you have some idea of what this tastes like.[...]

[...]Bartender skills? Indisputable. Food? Octopus Carapaccio. QED.[...]

[...]The Seelbach Sour which according to the menu was “inspired by a trip to Kentucky” almost makes me want to go to Kentucky.[...]

[...]Mysterious and truly delicious with mouth-bursting pine and nut flavors that feel like Sasquatch is chasing you through the Sierra Nevada forests for that bag of special trail mix grandma Millie made for you.[...]

A night of discourse ranging in topic from terrorist beheading videos to the sexiness of the sternum deserves an equally complex and eclectic beverage.[...]

Some days in life are filled with wonder, creativity, inspiration, laughter, happiness, glory, shine, leprechauns riding unicorns over the crests of great double rainbows sprinkling the contents of their respective pots of gold over the townsfolk below, much merriment, and warm apple cider. And then there are those days on the opposite side of the spectrum.[...]

[...] From this vantage and with a fantastic Martinique rum creation in hand, I began to envision Camino as a great nordic sailing ship with the large open oven at the rear of the restaurant acting as the stern and engine of industry [...]

This little fella arrived with a friend. He was served with what appeared to be an extra shot of Aviation, though the main glass was filled just past half. I was just as confused by the presentation as I was by the taste of both concoctions.[...]

[...]His response to his adversary’s aggression was not to resort to fisticuffs, but instead to empty the contents of his red Solo cup into the aforementioned aggressor’s face, pumping his thumbs inward at himself and calmly saying one word: “Billionaire.”[...]

[...]Cesar on Piedmont is for quiet discourse and being left alone, washed down with reasonably well-crafted cocktails proferred by the capable and attractive waitstaff. The glowing orange lighting is a tad on the bright side, but then so is the flavor of the Classic Aviation and the tequila-driven El Colonial.[...]

[...] The original 2005 vintage had been exquisite, but the 2006 had been a disaster. Now the 2007 model was giving the original a run for its money. When I finally poured and tasted [...]

I often shy from ordering beer that come strictly in bottles because quite obviously one can drink bottled beer in the comfort of one’s own house. However, there are exceptions; especially when Belgian beers are involved. [...]

The bittersweet flavor of the Russian River Brewing Company’s ‘Pliny the Elder’ beer is appropriate for the dark, dingy, dive that is Ben N’ Nick’s in Oakland, CA. The clientele act as if at their own kitchen table, and nobody is interested in anyone else. The place is often suggested as a last resort meeting spot, usually in a dispirited tone– “Well, we could go to Ben N’ Nick’s…” On the plus side [...]

These two fine liqueurs are standalone excellent, and have a special interaction with gin and the juice of a lime to create the famous The Last Word.

[...]I was so engrossed in experience of the evening that I probably could have been sipping generic vodka out of a Dixie cup and still enjoyed myself immensely.[...]