Tag Archives: seafood

I need a what for these greens?

1 Dec

I’d never in my life needed a handful of napkins to eat a salad… until the giant bale of veggies from Turf and Surf Po Boy, a trailer near 2nd and Colorado. It’s one of a handful parked in a lot each day — the others include Chi’Lantro (sometimes), Kebabalicious, Snap Kitchen (a new entry) and a coffee trailer whose name I’ve never noticed. Truth be told, I think it’s a bit (or a lot) ridiculous to order a salad from a po’ boy trailer, but on my first go round, I actually did order a po’ boy, and, umm… yeah. It was upsettingly huge and unweildingly messy. The flavor was good, but I would’ve had to unhinge my jaw like a python to get the entire thing in my mouth. Even after dumping three-quarters of the lettuce, what seemed like two full tomatoes, a handful of onions and cucumbers, I was still left with a veritable po’ salad… not to mention a load of soggy bread. All of that for about $12 — did I mention this place has a wonky pay structure? I’ll get to that later. gimme more!

Welcome to the Tenderloin: Eating San Francisco

11 Jun Hey Ladie's

“How much would it take to get you here?” The Grecian-featured man in suit and tie leaned back in his rickety wooden chair, eyes locked on to the tall, black women sitting across from him. She was dressed for business as well, in black slacks and a patterned shirt with oversized cuffs and collar. Both were facing a steaming plate of Sailor’s Hash – a scrambled egg concoction with hash browns, garlic shrimp, jalapeno, onions, cheese and Dungeness crab, topped with a liberal portion of smoked salmon. That was the first dish that caught my eye on the list of extensive offerings at Taylor Street Coffee Shop, and I was excited I was able to see someone else ultimately enjoy it.

As the women leaned in to answer him, my focus shifted to the table behind them, and directly across the very narrow aisle from me and the Mister. A very fashionable mother with two toddlers – the little girl of about 5 had thin lips, porcelain skin and big, wide eyes. She wasn’t happy, nor was her brother, and whatever words their mother was attempting to soothe them with (in French, as best I could tell) were not working. Their mood only brightened as they nibbled at the array of food before them – fresh strawberries, kiwi,oranges and apple slices; platter-sized buttermilk pancakes and a giant bowl of Fruit Loops. I couldn’t help but smile.

gimme more!