#63 Meatballs with grapes at Aziza

April was a difficult month for me in the ICU at the county hospital. Little sleep, lots of overnight call in the hospital, sick patients. To celebrate the end of the month (and a return to normalcy for the month of May), B and I had dinner at Aziza at the end of last week. We'd been there once before with my parents, and remembered having a good meal. This time, however, we had a truly excellent meal.

We started with the flatbreads, seasoned and artistically served with three dips (roasted eggplant, tzaziki, and roasted pepper). Then we moved on to the signature dish, which A had warned me ahead of time wasn't always on the menu. Thankfully, the meatballs with grapes were available when we dined last week. Succulent roasted purple grapes alternated space on each skewer with similarly-sized, harissa-spiced meatballs. They were fantastic! B also had a burrata, avocado, and beet salad to round out our appetizers.

For mains, B had Wagyu beef, and I had delicious scallops. I don't think either was quite as good as our appetizers, but we enjoyed both. We finished with a banana dessert: banana crepe, banana-date fritters, and a creme anglaise.

Chef Lahlou definitely meets his goal of combining Moroccan-inspired cuisine with sustainable, local ingredients. Aziza is worth its Michelin star in my book!

#80 Apple fritter at Bob's Donuts

I have one more catch-up entry before I move on! It'll be short. Sometime in the last few months, B brought home #80 Apple fritter at Bob's Donuts. (Actually, I also ate #46 Chips and salsa at Papalote, but since B wasn't there, it doesn't count for the purposes of this blog.) His office is on the same block of Polk Street, so I figured it was time for us to sample their wares. The reason this post will be short is because I really don't have much else to say. The fritter was fine—good, even. But it was simply an apple fritter, nothing more and nothing less. I didn't think it was list-worthy.

Before I dismiss Bob's outright, I should point out that A&K say there are specific times, usually in the wee hours of the morning, that the donuts come out piping hot and are particularly fresh and delicious. I will have to plan a follow-up expedition for apple fritter, take two.

#88 Buckwheat crepe and a French cider at Ti Couz

B and I went to Maui at the end of March, on a really awesome trip with my family and B's mom. We snorkeled, and saw whales, and hiked/biked up Haleakala, and saw blowholes, and B crashed his bike on the way down Haleakala and broke his arm! Everything was great until that last part I mentioned.

We took a red-eye back on a Friday night, and, as red-eyes typically do, we landed early. At 4:45am, which was really 1:45am. We were both quite tired, as you can imagine, so we came home and promptly fell asleep. However, we managed to wake up in time to head over to Ti Couz in the Mission to meet B's sister and parents for lunch.

Telling us to order a "buckwheat crepe" is sort of a cop-out on the part of the list, I think. Every single savory crepe is buckwheat! I had mushrooms and cheese and tomatoes (delicious), and B had scallops. We also shared a simple garden salad, but skipped out on the cider because it was lunchtime and we were jet-lagged.

The meal was enjoyed by all. I can't wait to head back for lunch again! So many great restaurants around there; if only parking were easier in the Mission, we might eat out even more.

#5 Chasu ramen at Katana-Ya

Um, so this is embarrassing. I thought I took big gaps in updating my other blog, but this really takes the cake. I bet some of you thought that I had abandoned this particular project! (Not the eating out, of course, but rather the writing up of those delicious meals.) Since I've updated this blog, which has been MONTHS, they've even come out with a new list. It is suspiciously similar to the old list. Since I've already started with the numbers from the old list, I'll stick with that whenever I can.

B and I have eaten at several places from the list in the past few months, so I'll try to remember all of them. Most recently, last week we tried the ramen at Katana-Ya, a hole in the wall in the Civic Center/TL district. They're open way past my bedtime (1AM!), but we went at 7:30, a more civilized time to eat dinner. We were accompanied, as we frequently are to new restaurants on the list, by A&K and D&R. However, after having our name on the list for over thirty minutes, we were offered the choice of being broken up into two tables. The hostess couldn't tell us how long it would be for us to wait to be seated together, so D&R went to one table, and the rest of us to another.

We started with great gyoza (though the spicy sauce overwhelmed the filling) and a decent spider roll, though nothing to write home about. And then, on to the ramen! I must point out that A&K are ramen snobs. On their honeymoon last year, they went to Japan, and even what has been dubbed "the best ramen in San Francisco" apparently has nothing on the ramen from Tokyo. K got the "salty" broth, which he was disappointed by, and A got the "salty/spicy" broth, which she thought was reasonably good. They were both disappointed by the noodles. My miso broth was, I thought, better than either of theirs, and B liked his shoyu.

However, in terms of my Asian noodle soups, I really prefer pho. Why oh why is there no pho on the list? A question for next year's list, I suppose. In the meantime, if you're willing to wait a while, and you're interested in trying the best ramen in San Francisco, head to Katana-Ya.

#26 A classic gin martini at Bourbon and Branch

A week ago tonight, we ventured downtown to the heart of the Tenderloin to celebrate K's birthday. Bourbon and Branch (or B&B, as it's affectionately known by many) is a modern-day speakeasy, complete with a bouncer requiring a password if you have a reservation. (Our password was "rum dum.") Additionally, the only sign outside is something about the San Francisco Temperance League, which could be authentic (and thus hilarious and apropos) or kitschy and extremely inauthentic.

The menu is a veritable book, so most of the guests either went with the classic gin martini from the list, or asked the waitress to pick something with a liquor they like. For reasons I don't quite understand (the waitress even told us that they cure their own olives), the bar does not offer a dirty martini. They are extremely precise about their ingredients, which the prices, averaging around $11, reflect.

Because I'm addicted to the list, I opted for the classic gin martini. I'm not much of a hard liquor drinker, let alone a martini drinker, but this one, served with a thick slice of lemon peel and sweet vermouth, was pretty tasty. Not tasty enough for this lightweight to finish, but enjoyable nonetheless!

The period ambience is very nice if you have a reservation (red velvet wallpaper, pressed-tin ceilings), though they hustled us out of our spot upstairs overlooking the bar at 11pm on the dot and then told us that the reservation-free "library" was too full to accommodate our party.

Definitely a spot to return to for their interesting, unique drinks, as long as you have a reservation!

#51 Maccaronara with ricotta salata at A16

Two nights ago, B and I went to A16 with my dad, who was in town (briefly) for a conference. We'd only been to A16 once before, but really enjoyed our meal (the burrata on crostini was particularly memorable). We hadn't headed back because 1) it's in the Marina, where parking is difficult even on a weeknight, and 2) well, actually, I don't know what the second reason was! The impetus this time around was that my dad has been wanting to try the restaurant for a while.

Parking proved to be difficult as usual, even at 6:30pm on a Monday night. We balls-ily walked in without a reservation, and were told it would be about an hour and fifteen minutes! We agreed to wait once the hostess told us she could take our phone number to call when the table was ready. That sort of trick gives A16 a very appealing neighborhood-restaurant feel, which is surprising considering the national acclaim it and its former chef Nate Appleman have garnered. To top it off, the seventy-five minutes ended up being only forty minutes, which we whiled away at the Apple Store down the street before being called back to the restaurant.

We started off the meal with the pizza capricciosa; that is, we let the pizzaiolo determine our toppings completely. I was sure that with no stated restrictions we would end up with a pork product on our pizza, but to our surprise, we were served a lovely four cheese topped with fresh wild arugula. Six slices, three diners: you do the math.

I, of course, had the maccaronara (large size) for my main course. Maccaronara is a thick-ish pasta, served here with tomato ragu, a few large leaves of basil, and the aforementioned grated ricotta salata. It was quite good overall, and I appreciated the size of the portion. Often, restaurants seem to think that if they work so hard to make their own pasta, they shouldn't waste a whole bunch on an individual diner; my position is that the homemade pasta is so much more delicious than the standard that one should be served a larger-than-standard portion! The pastas at flour+water in the Mission were possibly more delicious, but certainly much smaller.

For his main course, B selected the five meatball special (apparently we had arrived at the restaurant on their traditional Meatball Monday). I think my meatballs are slightly better in flavor, but the soft, melt-in-your-mouth texture of these was unbeatable. My dad had swordfish with a pine nut/basil relish that was also delish. We finished off the meal by sharing a farro pudding that sounded and tasted intriguing; the problem was that it was more intriguing than delicious.

We enjoyed our meal so much that we'll try not to make it so long between visits to A16. We'll also have to head to #52 Fried Brussels sprouts at SPQR, A16's cousin in Japantown.

#20 Chicken pot pie at Liberty Cafe

Though it comes in at #20, the chicken pot pie at Liberty Cafe is, in some sense, number one. This is not only because it is delicious (more on that in a minute), but also because it is so justifiably famous that this chicken pot pie was how I heard about the list! As some of you remember, I was chatting with my attending about restaurants in San Francisco when he told me that he had eaten at Liberty Cafe the night before and enjoyed their succulent pot pie. One thing led to another, and, well, you're right now reading some of the after-effects of that one conversation.

Until last night, B and I had never been to Liberty Cafe. For that matter, B and I (and two other of our dining companions) had never been to Cortland Street in Bernal Heights. We have clearly been missing out until now, as this neighborhoody main drag is lined with restaurants, bookstores, bars, and charming shops.

As we were going to be a party of six, I called Liberty Cafe a few days ahead for reservations; you can therefore imagine my surprise when we arrived and they had no record of our reservation. Though it meant that we had to wait for an extra half-hour to be seated (the restaurant is tiny), the staff were incredibly accommodating about the mistake. We were all offered glasses of wine, and dessert was comped too! We also happened to have chosen an evening with a two-pot-pies-for-$20 special, which we liberally took advantage of. Four of our party had the pot pies (three chicken and one vegetarian), B had skirt steak, and E had fresh pasta with meat sauce (a daily special).

The pot pie was very, very good. Served piping hot, it arrived at the table emanating a buttery aroma from the delicious puff pastry sealing in the pot pie. A few taps of the spoon later, I was deep into the chicken filling, a hearty mix of potatoes, peas, and carrots in a brown sauce. My one complaint was that the filling was slightly more peppery than I would have made it myself. Nonetheless, delicious.

According to R, Liberty also has great brunch. The good food and exceptional service guarntee that we'll be back to try that, and to explore the rest of downtown Bernal.