At the back of the hill

Warning: If you stay here long enough you will gain weight! Grazing here strongly suggests that you are either omnivorous, or a glutton. And you might like cheese-doodles.
BTW: I'm presently searching for another person who likes cheese-doodles.
Please form a caseophilic line to the right. Thank you.

Sunday, October 30, 2016


Apparently it tastes very much like meat, but is totally Vegan. And no, you probably can't request blue cheese and bacon on top. Because, karma.
This being the "Impossible Burger", developed by a California company, anxious to re-create the soul-satisfying taste of real animal protein oozing sheer bloody animal goodness fresh from the grill.

Quote from SF Gate:

"Jardiniere is one of three West Coast restaurants launching the burger, which debuted at David Chang’s Momofuku Nishi in New York City in July. Des Jardins cooks the patties in cast-iron skillets and serves them on (vegan) Acme buns, topped with Dijonnaise sauce, caramelized onions, avocado, cornichons, and lettuce and tomato."

"According to Traci Des Jardins, chef-owner of Jardiniere, on Thursday lines formed outside her restaurant several hours before the burger went on sale. The restaurant has sold out so quickly that it now issues tickets at 7 p.m. just to make sure it can meet all its orders."

It's a veggie burger made to resemble real meat.

Think about that for a moment.

You know, you can get a real burger for less money with no wait at Sam's on Broadway. This North Beach landmark has been slinging patties since some time in the sixties, when Monzer Al Shawa took over from his uncle Mohsen. He himself has passed on, alas, but his son Fehdi, and able staff Nabil ("the Marokkish Guy") and a polite dude whose name I still don't know, will happily stuff you full of good beef and fries, continuing a tradition of feeding the frenzied mobs with grace and good nature.

You and your date will rub elbows with yuppies, fratties, strippers, drunks, druggies, fleabag hotel residents, sleazy Europeans, and at least one bookseller, and one tobacconist. Plus people in the rag trade.

618 Broadway (at Grant Avenue / Columbus)
San Francisco, Ca 94133.

You will not get Dijonnaise sauce, caramelized onions, avocado, and cornichons. A bit too high class, all that, and maybe not necessary.

They seldom replenish the box-wine nowadays; drink beer.

Have some mayonnaise or ranch on your fries.

Or barbecue sauce and Sriracha.

Damned good burger.

It's close to several fine drinking establishments.
Some of which are more than impossibly seedy.

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