4:30 p.m.: Catch the last matinée showing of at the U.A. Theater on Shattuck. (This theater has the tastiest popcorn we've tried lately, by the way. Not too salty. No odd aftertaste.)

If you are even half the food-geek that we are, you must see this film. But to watch so much decadently beautiful animated gourmet cooking, and NOT follow it up with a delicious French meal, well, that would just be silly, wouldn't it?

6:30 p.m.: Exit theater. Walk eight blocks to Liaison Bistro. Dine.

Our group of 12 unanimously enjoyed the meal, the convivial atmosphere, the knowledgeable and helpful wait staff. And we appreciated that the restaurant is certified "green" in its operations practices, and serves naturally raised meats and wild-caught or sustainably farmed seafood.

For appetizers, we scarfed down Les Moules ($11.50): a large bowl of steamed P.E.I. mussels in white wine, garlic, shallots, and "pastis" (an anise-flavored liqueur). Dipping bread into that sauce was so pleasurable that we fought the bussers off twice to keep them from clearing the "empty" dish from our table. We also liked the Napoleon des Tomates($13): a tower of heirloom tomatoes layered with pistou (the French version of pesto) and doused in a light goat cheese fondue sauce.

After the jump: More of what we ate and the cool movie-related cooking toys we hate ourselves for loving.

Before heading out to the SF Youth Orchestra's holiday concert this afternoon, we grabbed brunch at new trendy Mission bistro Weird Fish.

Weird Fish is a combination seafood/vegan restaurant at 18th and Mission -- and the fish isn't really that weird. For brunch, there were shrimp, tilapia, catfish, and crab options, along with an oyster, mushroom, and spinach scramble, which is what we ended up deciding on. (We didn't go vegan, but you could substitute tofu for fish in any dish, and they had vegan sausage as well.) The food was good, the waitstaff friendly, and the clientele hipster -- what's not to love?

We then caught a 49 bus right outside the restaurant and zipped on over to Symphony Hall, where we grouped the attendees into two classes: Baby's First Concert and Sulky Siblings Of Youth Symphony Members. We and our companion were probably the only people there without kids.

After the jump: No Vanessa Getty, a claymation YouTube clip of Peter and the Wolf, and a picture of our oyster/spinach scramble! (We just got our first digital camera.)

Picture of the fish poster inside Weird Fish, by us! Miss you, Ced!

Last week’s roundup covered quite a few places in the Mission: Pizzeria Delfina, the resurrected Window, the Thai-French fusion at Baku, dim-sum at Big Lantern, and Crazy Sushi. We thought it was a lot, but we were very far from being exhaustive: we snubbed -- for now -- the new Provence, on Guerrero, or the Annex, a budget French restaurant on Valencia. We ignored the new menu and new ownership at the Last Supper Club, or the new roof garden at Medjool. And looking ahead, the defunct Alma will re-open as a French bistro, and Tartine will open another outlet, we think it is in the short-lived Urban Forage locale on Valencia. This is way out of control, we can hardly keep track. But it is oh so convenient for us, as we can visit these places without leaving our neck of the woods.

We promised last week to focus more thoroughly on some of the new offerings in the Mission. We start with Maverick, an "American eatery & wine bar" which took over the old Limon space on 17th Street. We imagine the real-estate agent’s pitch for the space involved "ideal starter restaurant," and "a first step to get into this hot hospitality market," as Maverick is the first restaurant owned by its two partners, chef Scott Youkilis and General Manager Mike Pierce, and they seem ambitious enough to soon outgrow the tiny space. They were last working at Sociale, the affable Mike told us when we scouted the place. Maverick is American, as its name indicates: it is Tom Cruise’s character in Top Gun, who struggles to repress his obvious gayness, and ends up confused, frustrated and blowing shit up. But sexual repressiveness diverted into violence, as American as it is, is not the topic, so back to the restaurant. Its Web site provides another explanation for the name, but it’s kind of lame compared to ours.