Vietnamese Thanksgiving dinner with Rice Paper Scissors this Saturday

Those gastronomically intrepid gals from Rice Paper Scissors are back again, and this time they’re bringing the party inside from the street to get out of the cold with a unique version of a classic:

Our first underground dinner will be centered around Laque Duck, a Vietnamese take on Peking Duck. We’re also making duck confit imperial rolls, wok fried chinese green beans, and coconut sorbet using fresh ‘nutz from Oscar on 22nd Street.

If everything goes as planned, Laque Duck will be the new turkey.  Check out all the details here!


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Bartlett street coconut man

Boy do I love this guy. You can catch him operating out of a truck on 22nd and Bartlett by Revolution Cafe. The only distinguishing markings on his truck are “Lucero Produce, Daly City”. I don’t know if this is Mr. Lucero himself, but let’s just call him Señor Coco:

Order a coconut for 3 bucks, and he expertly opens it for you with 2 carefully placed chops of the cleaver. He doesn’t seem to mind high-velocity coconut debris flying out in every direction, so I suppose you shouldn’t either. He sticks a straw in and there you go, the freshest and best-tasting coconut juice around. This is quite a contrast to the pleasant young folks at Bi-Rite who will do the same, but based on the time it takes they are probably scratching their heads in the back room for a while looking up “how to open a coconut” Youtube videos on their smartphones.

Here’s the real edge: when you’re done drinking the juice, bring it back. He’ll crack it open, scrape out the pulp, and serve it mixed with chili powder, lemon juice, and salt in a ziplock bag. If you’re in a hurry and want to take everything to go, he’ll dump the juice in another ziplock bag and chop it up for you in one session. His regulars seem hip to this, since the wait can get long.

The first time I visited Señor Coco, he spoke to me completely in Spanish, but not in a “I’m not gonna speak English for you, yuppie scum” kind of way. It was more like a “you seem like a pretty smart guy who might know some Spanish” kind of way. It’s sorta true. I studied Spanish for 4 years in high-school.  This means I just suck at Spanish as opposed to not knowing Spanish at all. I cobbled together some phrase that demonstrated I knew the subjunctive tense and he laughed. This dude is always in an awesome mood.

I asked if he’s here every Saturday and Sunday and he says “yes, señor, I’ll be here waiting for you!” Couldn’t tell if he’s just bullshitting with me about his availability, but I’ll definitely be checking again next weekend.



Today feels like a good coconut day.  Has anyone gotten a coconut from this place yet?  They’re only $2.50 each, and the place is run by a local immigrant whose dream is to sell coconuts.  A friendly gentleman even stands in front with a machete ready to help you liberate the sweet coconut water, which also happens to be the best hangover cure in the world, battle-tested by professional Guyanese lay-abouts (you can keep your kombucha, thank you very much).

It’s one of those places that looks like a front for something unsavory, but only because they are still working on getting all their permits.  And just ask Mission Minis and Anthony’s Cookies about what happens when you don’t get your permits.  Nope, nothing here except good, wholesome young coconuts.  Even Madonna is cuckoo for coconuts.


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