When I first arrived in San Francisco the city was filled with hamburger restaurants. Zims, which was in the Union Square area, at Civic Center near Market Street, and at Ghirardelli Square. The Hippo on Van Ness. Clown Alley, and several others, all over the city, as well as Hot Dog places.
That was years ago, and culinary preferences have changed.
Nowadays, you can get "deconstructed" vegan gluten-free umami non-gmo baby greens appetizer plates nearly everywhere, while secretely dreaming of foie gras which we don't serve because cows are sentient beings.
Really not quite sure about modern food tendencies.
Sorry, I'm animal protein deprived.
But rest assured; your grilled algae disc was sustainably farmed.
As was the thyme-rosemary aioli it's served with.
How's your tofu bisque?
What we need is more old school restaurants, serving food from a different era, where the staff doesn't speak decent English, like in Europe. And wear white shirts, neat ties. Classy! No tattooed hippies in stressed jeans.
TODAY'S SPECIAL!
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puJePACBoIo.]
Among my friends and acquaintances are two gentlemen of impeccable Greek extraction, as well as one with a Greek-sounding name, (and not a single one of them is gravos) so we should be able to pull this off.
You will kindly note that three of the gentlemen in the clip above have cigarettes, so it would be a smoke-friendly place, where the kale-heads, vegans, gluten-phobes, and green sustainably farmed hipsters and spiritual types, would not feel at home. And it is the complete absence of such people which, as much as the food, that would be the attraction.
A place where the Abdominal Snowman could safely dine.
[Mention is made of the Abdominal Snowman because reader Snowy D. did not notice the previous essay, written partly in requital of his or her request.]
This blog feels kindly towards Abdominal Snowpeople.
Cheezburger, Pepsi, Chips!
Truth be told, I do know at least three places with burgers. One of them also had pizza, but the last time I ordered a slice they told me to go to the place on the corner, "we don't do pizza no more, this ain't Noo Yawk!"
The place on the corner is now closed down.
Cheezburger! Pepsi! Chips!
The Abdominal Snowman is a quadruped which lives in big rivers like the Amazon. It has two ears, a heart, a forehead. And a beak for eating honey. But it is provided with fins for swimming. They are larger than frogs.
Abdominal Snowmen are dangerous, so if you see one where people are swimming, you shout...
Cuidado, los muñecos de nieve abdominal!
Käseburgen! Vitacola! Scheibe!
Regretfully, I never ate at the Persian Burger in Berkeley, which no longer exists, nor at Bunga Bunga Burgers. But if someone were to open up an Abdominal Snowman Burger, staffed with snooty Europeans, preferably German or Greek, even French, I'll be the first in line.
A burger is basically a kofta Americaine, avec le bacon, et un fromage très médiocre, con condiments comme le ketchup et la moutarde jaune.
Et naturellement, une sauce chili piquante.
Par exemple, Sriracha.
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