Comments on: CONTEST: Win free tickets to hear all your favorite chefs dish on how they made it

By: lalo Adrian morales

lalo Adrian morales — Wed, 08 Aug 2012 05:56:25 +0000

6 raw onions … 4 white and 2 red . im sure everyone has a good story and deserves to go….. but!… just let me have em! I really want to go and I’m hungry

By: chalkman

chalkman — Tue, 07 Aug 2012 22:02:55 +0000

Delfina needs a parklet to get the people off the sidewalk!

By: Request

Request — Tue, 07 Aug 2012 20:12:09 +0000

I just want Craig to help keep the sidewalk on 18th around the twin Delifinas clear. Some people just want to get by without walking a yuppie gauntlet. I’m sure the event will be super cool though!

By: Herr Doktor Professor Deth Vegetable

Herr Doktor Professor Deth Vegetable — Tue, 07 Aug 2012 18:36:24 +0000

Did you pay $15 for it?

By: k

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 17:48:42 +0000

my most bizarre meal in this city came last summer while walking home prematurely from the dore alley street fair. i happen to live on the same block as mr. pollo. i also happen to have left dore alley early because i was tripping on acid. so yes; i wandered into mr. pollo’s dinner seating with 2 friends on acid. we sat right at the station and watched him cook quail and dandelions in one pan french laundry style for the whole place (3 tables).

it was fascinating to say the least. the flow, the dance of cooking, the confidence in the hustle. i was especially (especially) pleased with his music choices as well. it was more than food. it was a show. i remember the texture of eating something classified as a ‘weed’ while the setting sunlight warmed my back through the window.

i remember being in awe and thinking that mr.pollo (which is definitely not that dude’s name) cooking and flowed, focused on every detail, like a dj or producer, and served up an experience one should really just walk into (no reservations allowed).

To this day when i walk by that place after work I always chuckle at the tourists waiting impatiently in line to get a seat. I can only hope ‘mr.pollo’ is rude and scares them off with arrogance so that more unsuspecting people can wander in just as I did last August.

By: scum

scum — Tue, 07 Aug 2012 15:56:17 +0000

I had a corndog that was over cooked to the point that the batter shattered when I bit into it. Then the chicken I got was pink and raw on the inside. This was at Mission Bowling Club. Though my wife and myself live around the corner, and go there quite often, we have never eaten there again. If a corndog can’t be done right why bother.

By: friend

friend — Tue, 07 Aug 2012 15:43:08 +0000

I’d say the most unusual meal I’ve had in the city was about five years ago at this tiny Japanese place somewhere at the end of the Richmond; I’ve never been able to find it again because it was so far away and hidden in the fog. I was with a group of ten or so and we were seated in a sort of closet or barn stall. The waitress brought us an absurdly tall bottle of sake. And then the food began to arrive. And continued to arrive for the next three hours! Tiny bowls of assorted goodness poured out of the kitchen: delicious Japanese fried chicken (just like American fried chicken, only smaller); jellyfish salad (one of the jelly-ist and most amazing things I’ve ever tasted!); those awful fermented soybeans that look like snot and smell like death; a gazillion slice of assorted raw fish; tiny rib-like things that seem too small to be from any typical meat-source animal (maybe hamster?); and a bunch of things at the other end of the table that I didn’t get to taste because my greedy other-end-of-the-table friends ate everything first. This whole decadent Japanese feast only came out to something like $30 a piece. I’m telling you, this place was amazing!