Home again, home again. I’ve eaten here so many times that it is almost my home away from home. Trying to pick out a favorite restaurant in the Bay Area is almost impossible. There’s just way too many great restaurants to choose from, so I had to really think about which one to review. I have about four or five restaurants I recommend to people on a regular basis. Medjool is definitely up there. I won’t lie, convenience does play a part in why I go to Medjool. It’s close to home, and there is a parking garage around the corner. But the reason I recommend it, is the food. It was really my wife, Angela, who discovered Medjool. I think she found it while researching a place for “Girls Night Out.” She told me about the restaurant, and I wanted to try it. A couple weeks later, I tried it on a Thursday, and again on that Saturday. I was hooked.
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We went to Medjool for a friend's birthday tonight. We'd never been there before, but we'd heard only good things about it. Unfortunately, we found it to be incredibly overrated. The service was pretty awful. We are aware it was a tapas place, but they still should have placed the food in from of the people who ordered it. It was haphazard at best. Grilled Baby Octopus $12 The octopus were tender, but there were only 2 of them, and the main flavor profile was salt. Clams with Serrano Ham and Chili-White Wine Sauce $12 A bit scrawny, but they were pretty tasty. The sauce and ham was pretty good. Hangar Steak with Sauteed...
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Medjool's Lamps Keep You Warm and their Food and Drinks Make You Happy
Once upon a time, when I started teaching, I met my two teacher friends: Sarah and Amelia. We taught, we went to lunch, we wore denim jumpers and wooden jewelry. j/k (but why are teachers so drawn to these?) After four years Sarah and Amelia ditched. The end
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"Have you seen the moon?" Mr. Food Musings asked me one night a few weeks ago. I put down my glass of merlot (Miles be damned!) to peer around the gauzy white tent we were sitting beneath. I couldn't see a thing. "I can't see a thing," I admitted. And with that, Mr. FM grabbed my hand and led me around the corner. And there it was, a big fat yellow moon hanging so low in the sky it almost nicked the housetops in Bernal Heights. "Can you believe this view?" he asked, a note of awe creeping into his voice. Mr. FM is a sucker for a beautiful view.
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