The Hayes Valley in San Francisco has grown to be a boutique and dining hotspot. So finding something elegant to eat isn’t a problem—unless you’re part of the pre-ballet, -opera, or -symphony crowd. That’s where I found myself a couple of weeks ago on a Friday night, without reservations, looking for dinner before the ballet. Every place I went required reservations, or I had missed the window to be seated and served in order to make the 8...
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This is how good Sebo is: I have been so busy eating there that I haven't had time to write about it. Also, it is so painfully bitchin' that Jon now refuses to eat sushi anywhere else. At all. Including Kiss. In the words of my elementary school pals, it is wicked awesome. When I first went to Sebo, I wasn't so in love with their servers. The sushi chefs, yes, servers no. About 20 minutes into my first visit I changed my tune. Once it was clear that we were there to throw down, our servers spread the love. I came to realize that they are probably used to dealing with a bunch of fucktards looking for their Dragon and California...
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’ve been known to bemoan the fact that San Francisco doesn’t have many (or is that any?) great sushi spots. All I seek is a nice enough place within walking distance that prides its fish; I know where to get world class sushi one hour, 4 hours, and a coast away. You could listen to the “experts”, but their mentions of Ozumo, Kiss, Sushi Ran, and others question their legitimacy as experts. Of course, these are the same names that pop up in heated online debates about the best sushi in San Francisco. And they could be right because, while these might be our best, they are by no means very good.
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Ahhhh, hello, young grasshopper. What is that you have been eating? Spicy tuna hand rolls? Farmed salmon in April? Seattle Seahawk rolls? Maki with cream cheese? Ankimo that has been frozen for lord knows how long and then served to you like it's made fresh? The sushi travesties in this town blow my mind. Mediocre sushi places continue to rampantly open all over the city, like bad cafés, doing terrible things to fish and rice.
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The great thing about going to see a fellow food blogger in a theatrical performance is that you can totally make it look like you are out there supporting one of your own and patronizing the arts, knowing all the while that it's a thinly veiled excuse to go eat someplace new.*
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A couple of months ago, a true neighborhood gem set up shop in Hayes Valley. Chef-owners Danny Dunham and Michael Black (formerly of Midori Mushi) have an extensive knowledge of and a clear passion for fish, which they share with diners at their new restaurant, Sebo, by giving us a chance to experience some of the freshest fish to set foot (metaphorically speaking) in San Francisco.
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