Last New Year’s Day was a cold and clear Friday. I woke up very early in the morning. The night before had been Laïola’s last supper, so to speak. When the doors closed that night and the revelers were gone, we locked the door and papered the windows. After two…
I’m at work and Joe just dropped off some of Telmo’s pozole soup as well as a bag of his homemade take on a certain famous nacho chip, straight from our Ferry Plaza Farmers Market stand, where they’re for sale every Thursday. (Let’s refer to them “Telmoritos” should there be…
Hi. It’s Joe, not Sara. I’m not smart enough to create an administrative profile for myself here, so I’ve decided to write this using Sara’s. You might have heard, we are opening a new Tacolicious. And while I’m beaming with excitement now, at the time I wrote these notes, I…
Assuming you’ve eaten at Tacolicious, I’m sure you’ve noticed the artwork: the larger than life Tapatio bottle, the little to-go containers from a taqueria, the pickled chilies. They were all done for us by Paul Madonna, a Mission District local, who I like to think of as our resident artist….
A few weeks ago, I attended the annual World of Flavors conference at the CIA—not that one, but the Culinary Institute of America—in St. Helena. Every year, this amazing conference blows out a different cuisine and draws about 500 chefs and food industry attendees. This year it was the food…
