Salt House
Met my friend Tina a few weeks ago for dinner after work. Strolling amongst the downtown working masses in my business park flip flops and cargo skirt, hair wet from the gym, I felt a little out of place, a little more business park bohemian swimming upstream against a gritty, urban crowd. It's been almost 12 years since I worked in San Francisco and I was feeling the visitor in my own city. So tragic.
But I forged ahead a) to see my friend's hipster-y start-up offices with the wine and beer on tap, the views, the glass wall conference rooms, the exposed ceilings, the 20-somethings all staring at giant monitors and still working at 6pm (?!) and b) to get my calories on at a place called Salt House.
I'm no real foodie and I fall even shorter when pressed to pick a place to eat that I haven't already been to. But I'd heard a few people mention Salt House so when Tina suggested it I was all in.
I'd like to think I could recount all the details of the wine and the food and how it felt sliding across my tongue but I'm just not that girl. I remember the bread being really, really good. And the wine was delicious. The salad was so simple yet so tasty I had to think I could recreate it myself. (wild arugula / hazelnuts / figs / parmesan / balsamic vinaigrette). Seems easy enough, right?
The main course was arranged with such appeal and multiple layers of flavor. It forced you to take small bites of as many different combinations as possible, letting them linger on your tongue as you talked, filled another glass with wine, ate s-l-o-w-l-y. I love my Grove but let's be honest, I inhale that chicken-apple salad.
It was just an awesome dining experience with a friend I don't see enough of in a part of town I used to know so well but now seems foreign to me. And I thought I'd try a post about food. Without being able to really describe it. So there.
But I forged ahead a) to see my friend's hipster-y start-up offices with the wine and beer on tap, the views, the glass wall conference rooms, the exposed ceilings, the 20-somethings all staring at giant monitors and still working at 6pm (?!) and b) to get my calories on at a place called Salt House.
I'm no real foodie and I fall even shorter when pressed to pick a place to eat that I haven't already been to. But I'd heard a few people mention Salt House so when Tina suggested it I was all in.
I'd like to think I could recount all the details of the wine and the food and how it felt sliding across my tongue but I'm just not that girl. I remember the bread being really, really good. And the wine was delicious. The salad was so simple yet so tasty I had to think I could recreate it myself. (wild arugula / hazelnuts / figs / parmesan / balsamic vinaigrette). Seems easy enough, right?
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| Grilled Pork Loin OR Snake River Pork Duo - I can't actually remember. |
It was just an awesome dining experience with a friend I don't see enough of in a part of town I used to know so well but now seems foreign to me. And I thought I'd try a post about food. Without being able to really describe it. So there.
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| A sculpture on Mission outside of Salt House. Love. |
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