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What We're Obsessed With Right Now
Compiled by Scott Lucas | Photo: Courtesy Wikimedia Commons | March 26, 2014
The books, drinks, and shops that San Francisco staffers are geeking out about this week.
Ellen Cushing, Senior Editor: I tried the Gold Spike cocktail at Emeryville's criminally underrated Honor Bar and Kitchen last weekend and, straight up, can't stop thinking about it. I'm constantly on the hunt for non-sweet cocktails, and this combination—tequila, amaro, celery, dijon mustard, lemon, agave, and ginger ale, served up all fizzy, pretty, and the palest of yellows for $10—has that perfect Bloody Mary spice without any of the I-need-a-nap tomato juice heaviness. It's even better with their Salted Cod Brandade, which appears to contain nothing but salted fish, one to two metric tons of heavy cream, and a sprinkling of fairy dust. No joke I miiiiight need to leave work early and go there again tonight.
Sara Deseran, Editor-at-Large: Popped into Schatzi—a little vintage furniture shop located in the back of Schauplatz, the longtime vintage clothing store in the Mission. The tiny, but tastefully edited, selection has all sorts of goodies to covet. One of them is Kate Koeppel's laser-cut wood dividers designed to help you vinyl record junkies out there look even cooler than I'm sure you already do. I'm personally a Spotify girl, but if I did collect old albums, I might save up for this. I'd start with N for Olivia Newton John in honor of Let's Get Physical (1981), my first truly beloved album.
Rebecca Flint Marx, Senior Editor: The Fox Theater! I went there for the first time on Saturday to see St. Vincent, and the beauty of the place was almost more distracting than the truly amazing show.
Scott Lucas, Web Editor: You mean what am I obsessed with besides the strange, convoluted, and criminal saga of Shrimp Boy? Nothing.
Jenna Scatena, Associate Editor: I'm constantly falling in love with SF's literary scene. There's always new reading salons cropping up around the city; some of the ones on my calendar are Litquake's "Regreturature" tomorrow night at 8 p.m., and the monthly series Red Light Lit and Weekday Wanderlust.
Adam Brinklow, Editorial Fellow: I just caught Bauer at SF Playhouse. Initially a one-room drama about testy people you've never heard of, Ronald Guttman turns it around midway through with some impassioned monologues about the power of Modernism. Art shouldn't be about imitating real life with portraits and landscapes, he argues, it should just exist and be art unto itself. There's your 20-seconds-or-less rejoinder the next time someone complains that modern art doesn't "look like anything."
Ian Eck, Editorial Intern: I know I'm late to the party, but Gary Kamiya's Cool Gray City of Love has taken me deep into some late nights of bedside reading these past couple days. (He's one of our editors.) Beyond the sheer bulk of San Francisco knowledge that explodes from the pages, Gary's personal, probing, and poetic exploration of the city actually makes you a more passionate San Franciscan. It's like the best stroll through the city you've ever had.
Kate van Brocklin, Editorial Intern: Some may shield their heads with umbrellas, but I am reveling in this spring rain. As a native of the Pacific Northwest, I almost feared moving to such a sunny town. These manic spurts of downpour are giving me newfound awe for San Francisco. So next time you're dodging puddles, take a moment to lift your head up and frolic in the drizzle à la Gene Kelly.