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Eater has a handy list of reviews (professional, Yelp-y, and otherwise) about Hubert Keller's Burger Bar. It seems too early to tell, but people sorta like the place. SF Weekly's Meredith Brody asks if it's just "Cheesecake Factory with black truffles," while 7x7 says the food there is "perfectly satisfactory." What we want to know is: why the black panties on display, Hubert? WHY?!

Alastair Macaulay, writing for The New York Times, gave a rather stilted and mixed review of the San Francisco Ballet's current staging of Balanchine's "Jewels," honoring several of the dancers but getting fussy about the conducting and lighting. (We're not sure we've ever read a ballet review that didn't sound stilted and fussy, but whatever.) "Jewels" is an evening-length triptych which has been called a "Balanchine primer," revealing three distinct facets of the choreographer's style and featuring music by three composers: Fauré, Stravinsky, and Tchiakovsky. It's playing in repertory at the War Memorial Opera House through May 10. Find remaining dates and purchase tickets here.

SFist reviews "Indestructible" the autobiographical account of ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease) sufferer Ben Byers.

We volunteered to meet and greet sell Noise Pop merchandise to festival attendees who often ended up spending all their money on band merch (as if) and/or beer (or more specifically in Cafe Du Nord's case -- Fernet Branca and Poppy Jaspers). It was quite a fun experience though, and we highly recommend it. Contact them about volunteering at next year's event!

While we can't agree with Grandma Joy on her dismissive review of , because our love for self-indulgent vanity pieces knows no limits, we can agree that "Movies With Grandma Joy" is adorably informative, addictive.

Q.) What are theees "Queens Of The Stone Age?" A.) That'd be a band that makes hip-shakin' heavy rock 'n roll for adults.

Without a doubt, we think that every Australian in San Francisco was at Bottom of the Hill last Wednesday to rock it out with Australia's hit band, Eskimo Joe. We speculated when we first walked in but weren't positive - the "background" music was too loud to actually positively i.d. an accent. Halfway through the show the lead singer, Kavyen Temperley, asked for all the Australians in the house to scream. We were the only...

Our hockey correspondant Ian continues his look at the Sharks season with player reviews.

Jumping into a quickly growing crowd, we looked down at our watch and it said 8:45pm. What was Ingrid Michaelson already doing on stage? Right before leaving our house, we checked the website: 8pm - Doors Open, 9pm - Show Starts. Boy, were we surprised to find out Michaelson had already been playing for 15 minutes. Maybe it's fate, karma or maybe just bad planning but this is the second time we've missed Michaelson's full...

We'll admit, with a bit of shame, that the first time we became aware of Nick Drake, it was during a lame commercial for the VW Cabrio. Except, the commercial wasn't lame because the song in it was so awesome. We didn't buy a Cabrio, but we did buy some Nick Drake CDs, and that's pretty much the only thing we've ever been thankful to Volkswagen for.

Run-ins with Sean Penn and figuring out how McCandless died, after the jump.

The dogumentary does an admirable job of setting up the history, the controversies, the doggie (and human) drama and provides lots of interesting tidbits (after WWI, dachshunds were the "freedom fries" of their day and had to be called "liberty pups" so they wouldn't be murdered due to all the anti-German sentiment in the country).

We welcomed the return of DocFest, your local indie documentary festival, last night with . It wasn’t clear we were actually going to make it in to the theater until about two minutes before it began. There was a long line for the film, which was showing in the Little Roxie, where seats are at a premium. We were pretty psyched to score our folding chair, one of the final two seats in the sold-out theater.

Let's make this short and sweet: Sara Bareilles is incredible. Not only do we love her rich yet effortless voice, but her clever music is indeed what pop music needs right now. We don't need another bubble-gum star who masks their voice through electronic mechanisms, or wears little or no clothes while shaking their ass on MTV (Not that we don't appreciate an ass shaking -- we just don't need another one.) See, Bareilles can actually sing (and she's pretty damn good at it too) and she plays the piano to boot. This singer/songwriter has found her niche in the music world and her fans love her (as was proof with her sell-out engagement at Great American Music Hall on Friday night.) Bareilles was so surprised by the amount of enthusiastic fans -- at one point the crowd sang an entire chorus of her recent hit, "Love Song," -- she said, "I can't believe this. This has never happened to me before. This is incredible." Incredible it was. Not because of us, but because of her.

Seeing as how the Summer of Love was the single most important event in the history of time and space, we thought it would be delightful of us to review a smattering of Summer of Love anniversary reviews for you. In no particular order, discover the music, elderly genitalia, and abundance of ATMs you missed.

Judith Schaefer's movie, , screened at the Roda Theatre in Berkeley on Tuesday and when the lights went back up, the crowd of mostly senior citizens were on their feet wildly applauding the filmmaker. The gray-haired lady sitting in front of us was shouting, "your movie is a gift! It's a poem!"

, the documentary we saw at the Roda Theatre in Berkeley on Sunday for the SF Jewish Film Festival, was billed as a "wry and hilarious" examination by filmmaker Duki Dror as he follows kids on their daily journeys to and from school. "Dror has the same wondrous gift of bittersweet nostalgia that cartoonists Charles M. Schulz and Lynda Barry have," said the catalog description. To that we say: are you smoking crack?

, a Sundance award-winning documentary about Palestinians incarcerated in Israel for terrorist crimes. It was a stark reminder of the human cost of the subject of the movie (and we are extremely grateful that we live in a place where one security guard is still enough to put people's minds at ease.)

) at the SF Jewish Film Fest, the mood of wicked glee was somewhat sobered by the person that we abruptly realized was security standing in front of the theater. (Nothing happened, though, as far as we know.)

No, not these Chosen Ones (white Christian gospel choir) or these (psychic powers): this is a documentary about the Jewish music scene in New York by a German filmmaker/tourist, which had its world premiere at the Castro for the SFJFF on Monday night.

Every tale about the band Slint begins with retrospect. A couple guys who’d known each other a long time got together in Louisville, KY, to make a band named after a goldfish. On their second album they created one of the greatest LPs in rock music, Spiderland. They came through Bimbo’s in North Beach last Monday.

We headed to the Castro on Sunday evening for the SFJFF's , featuring four women, some single, some married, some divorced, but all Jewish and all uniquely Parisienne.

Who woulda thought. . . . we weren’t the only ones not completely immersed in isolation with the final Harry Potter book this weekend... although we did see a couple books neatly tucked under the seats at the Castro Theater on Saturday at the San Francisco Jewish Film Festival. If you weren’t there, well, then you missed out on a couple of good romantic comedies and one hilarious kiss-off -- and not the kind of kiss-off you might think we’re talking about.

The San Francisco Jewish Film Festival (SFJFF) is the first and only Jewish film festival in the world. At least that's what the President of the SFJFF said at the Castro Theatre last night when he introduced the opening night movie, . This is the kind of thing that makes us so proud to live here. Suck it, New York! We'd give our left nut for one morsel of your pastrami (extra juicy with a side of half sours please) but we have a Jewish Film Festival!

Did you love . The movie is supposed to be absolutely amazing.

SFist reviews Band of Horses at the Great American Music Hall in San Francisco

We've been meaning to try Mission Pie since we read about it in the Chron -- it's a homey dessert cafe (which we need more of in the Mission!), whose pie ingredients are grown by Mission High students at a local organic farm, to teach them agricultural, environmental, and nutrition skills. The students then staff the cafe behind the counter. (The pies themselves are currently baked off-site, but they're hoping to get a professional pastry kitchen built into the space, to teach the students cooking skills next.)