Whatever its effect on other industries, the subprime mortgage crisis has yet to result in a subprime rib crisis. New York strip is selling briskly, too.
This became apparent a few weeks back, when I finally made my way to Epic Roasthouse, Pat Kuleto’s splashy steakhouse by the bay. I sat in a broad-backed leather chair in the bar upstairs, carving a slab of meat large enough to feed a puma and feeling like I should have worn a business suit. It was midweek at 8 p.m., and the place was packed: in every corner, postwork happy people; in every hand, a drink. Through a window to the east, the Bay Bridge reached out gracefully toward Treasure Island. To the west, in fast-rising Rincon Hill, gleaming residential towers poked their heads up through the fog.
Monday, July 28, 2008
The state of the plate
When it comes to dining out, is San Francisco becoming a Valhalla or a Vegas with hills? Josh Sens looks back on a confounding 12 months of meals and takes the measure of a region and its restaurants.