We really dread to be doing this, again, but here it is, your recap of the reaction to Gavin's admission that he's seeking counseling for booze. Or, as the NY Post puts it, "S.F. Sex Mayor In Booze RX." You know, we used to joke with our fellow -ists about how exciting our Mayor is compared to their boring, dreary Mayors (Gothamist's biggest scandal concerning Bloomberg was that he has bad fashion sense) but we're kind of over it.
Today's Installment of As the Gav Turns
Dear Mr Ford
Warning: Contains loud profanity, so depending on where you work...
Gastronomique: Aslam's Grand Slam
Aslam's Rasoi sounds a bit like Occam's razor, especially with our thick French accent, which has us straining our little brains to find a relationship here. We know that if we don't, the next reviewer will steal our shtick. But Aslam, first name Mohammed, does not keep things simple: every dish which comes out of his kitchen is a multi-layered, sophisticated, refined dish with a list of ingredients long like the arm. Yet, he achieves consistently bright flavors, and varied textures. Even in the naming of his restaurant, he took over a place called Rasoi and complexified it.
SFist Reads A Little
http://liz-henry.blogspot.com/2006/04/lambda-lit-night.html">this link to Liz Henry's experiences at Lambda Lit night. In his words, "The contrast between the two events is, I think, instructive", and we're inclined to agree. As Mark asks on his blog, "Why does there have to be such a gap between the old scene and the new scene?" Let us know what you think in the comments!
Bay Area Blog Pulse
Two weeks of tech bingeing gives folks time to reflect. Slashdot picks Make Magazine as the best coverage from Macworld. We choose the best rumor -- that Team Jobs didn't announce some products because of "supply issues." Hell, even Levi's announced a product -- iPod compatible jeans.
SFist Reads
It's cold out, and all we want to do is snuggle under a blanket and read. On our coffee table right now: a big cup of coffee, some magazines, and several books we reserved online from the San Francisco Public Library. That's where we'll remain until the pressures of holiday shoppping get us off the couch and into one of our fine independent bookstores.
MeredithWatch
Okay, there are three bloggers in town who at one point in their lives asked themselves, "Am I the only person who thinks Meredith Brody's restaurant reviews stink?" Well, thanks to the magic of the internets, we discovered that we were not, in fact, alone. Some say SFist Cedric's disdain for Meredith borders on the obsessive, but someone's listening, apparently.
All Hail the Burrito
SFist works so hard for you, San Francisco, that when we're not blogging here, we're off blogging somewhere else (and sometimes even getting work done at our day jobs). And sometimes we get ideas from each other. For instance, we found what may be our new favorite website over at SFist Cedric's Le Blog de San Francisco.
Gastronomique: It must be Siegfried, because it's not Roy.
Trader Joe's has become a weekend ritual for us. We really can't admit this without shame. Weekends used to be times to climb mountains or party endlessly. Now, we must wake up early on Saturdays, or TJ's parking lot will be full.
We Read The Weeklies
New pictures for those of you who hate anarchy!
Last week's winner, the Guardian: Okay, this has been bugging us since, well, forever -- why is the SFBG editorial page always exactly the same as the local news section? Is newsprint really that cheap? Just askin'. An adorable picture of Matty G. to illustrate the excesses of Superintendant Ackerman's new contract, and a First Amendment kerfuffle with sfgov.org over pulling its online video of the Building Commish kerfuffle. Cover article: secret military bases. A close reading of the new Patricia Unterman Food Lovers of SF book by Paul Reidinger (SFist Cedric, check it out!) Loving the childlike in the music scene. And hiking in France. (hmmm?)
Last week's almost-winner, the East Bay Express: Awesome compare/contrast with the frat guys who shot the pledge with BBs and the rowdy countercultural dorm. CafePress! Cover article: keeping Jews off juries in Alameda County? Local hip-hop and the power that was the Nine Inch Nails show. And Savage Love: Dan will not be coining a disgusting term for "fristing" like he did for "santorum." (However, if you've got suggestions, post away in the comments!)
The SF Weekly and the weekly of the week after the jump.
SFist Gastronomique: Do It Yourself
The NCAA tournament had us floating belly up in our betting pool. Our beloved UCLA Bruins lost in the first round to the biggest jerk in basketball, the infamous tamper tantrum prone chair throwing anger oozing Bobby Knight. For the L.A. haters around the bay, please do not waste any ill-spent karma here: we will be quick to reply that UCLA also produced he whose creaky back carries our local hoops hopes, Baron Golden State Messiah Davis.
Gastronomique: BBQ Pork Battle
Food Face-Off Number Two (you can find Number One here) will pit against each other two BBQ places. In our fighting pit, we welcome Big Nate's and Memphie Minnie's. Our favorite BBQ place, Brother-in-law's, we wrote about yesterday. Last time we were at B-I-L, we enjoyed some superb ribs in our car, parked in front of the then-Justice League. We were meeting a date later at Fly, and we were crying. Not because we did not have a box of altoids in the car, dooming us to a solo trip back home that night, but because the beautiful hot sauce was working its full magic, rich, vibrant, spicy without being scorching. That night, we induced B-I-L into our BBQ hall of fame, hung their jersey from the rafters and excused them from any further competition.
Gastronomique: Raising A Stink
Cheese is the one food French people living in San Francisco miss the most. No offense to California, but if it's the cheese, it ain't no fromage.

