Twenty five restaurant visits and over a year after we first began eating our way around San Francisco in alphabetical order on a bi-weekly basis, we have reached the end of the road. One of the most popular questions from friends who know what we have been up to has been "Where are you going to go for Zed?" For the longest time we weren't quite sure of the answer. Inspiration finally came from our last post when Jer commented "Holy crap! Almost time for ZED. I'm excited--it's like a season finale or something . . . or the Super Bowl . . ." more ›

Y is for Yuppy Marina which is where four girlfriends travelled to check out a fairly new sushi bar that we had read good things about . Yuzu is a modern, minimalist and sleek venue with grey slate floors and a lofty ceiling that gives the place the aura of museum cafe. more ›

Sometimes we discuss the possibility of spending a night in the W hotel. It's no more than 2 miles from our house but the allure of their perfectly comfortable beds beckons to us from memories of happy nights we slept at the Ws in Seattle and San Diego. We fondly recall how Zoë at the W in New Orleans saved us many times from the dreadful food at the conference centre opposite, a fact which recently caused us to wonder why we had resolutely decided to never give the restaurant at San Francisco's W a chance. The answer to the question was clear to us. Only tourists eat at W hotels, don't they? Why on earth should we play and pay at being tourists in our own town? more ›

You may have noticed that our alphabetic journey around the restaurants of San Francisco has missed out the letter V. The closest we came to V last week was with Victory V throat lozenges and Vick's Vapour Rub. That's our excuse, during the season of snuffles and sickness, for skipping forward straight to the letter W and a place that sounds as if it will cure all ills, The Warming Hut. more ›

Today it's Just for U.
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A Trip to Tahoe and Back
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We decided to cheat a little for the letter S. Instead of choosing a restaurant name, we settled on an entire cuisine - from S is for South of India. By the end of the meal, at popular new spot, Dosa, we realised that the initial of the day would more aptly describe S is for "Secret" recipes. The menu is apparently full of them. more ›

#1 The orgasmic burnt caramel pot de creme at Zuni Cafe. Blindfold me and feed me this scrumptious dessert. I didn't actually say it's better than sex. But it's close.
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In which SFist eats its way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order. more ›

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order... more ›

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order... more ›

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order more ›

Because they have free Wi-Fi connection, we could have written this review live from Nook, in the heart of Russian Hill. But, despite our internet addiction, we prefer to travel with a simple moleskin notebook (no lines). Nook is a quirky little cafe identified by rosy splashes of colour and warm red and dark woods that brightly fill the space previously occupied by a quiet but cool-looking architects office. (Lets hope they just moved on instead of under.) Shoot for the best spot: There are banquettes around the edge of the room that afford the best opportunities for nosing at the other customers. If you are in a more day-dreamy mood then the window seats are particularly appealing, especially if the warm afternoon sun is grazing through the glass at just the right angle so that the heat melts onto your skin and you can gaze out idly at the Hyde Street Cable Cars clunking on by. more ›

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order. more ›

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order. more ›

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order. more ›

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order. more ›

In which SFist eats its way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order. more ›

First of all we thought it would be really, really funny to review Hooters for our restaurant beginning with an H. The idea amused our friends, male acquaintances started heckling for an invitation and we quietly congratulated ourselves on the brilliance of our own imagination. But when we checked the Hooters web page for directions and stumbled across a photographic depiction of their menu, our sense of humour took an abrupt and irretrievable nosedive. The images of enormous plates stacked with hefty sandwiches and buckets brimming with unpalatable-looking food was more than we could handle. At that point we knew funny-ha-ha just wouldn't be good enough for our food-loving public and so we resolved to highlight an H restaurant we were confident would serve up decent food, instead. more ›

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In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order. more ›

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order. more ›

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order. more ›