Hey folks, I’m back online. Did you miss me? (Given the way traffic to the site has been falling steadily over the past year, I doubt you did!) I wasn’t too far away these past few days; I just went and got hitched, is all. I’ve now come to realize why people get fat after they get married: Apparently you eat like a pig to celebrate. I couldn’t begin to guess how many calories I’ve consumed in the past few days… and, annoyingly, it’ll be a while before I can burn them off. I threw my back out Sunday while doing some household chores, and the resultant excruciating agony means I won’t be hitting the elliptical trainer any time soon. So I guess I’ll just have to live with the physical evidence of our gluttony for a while.
Ah, but what gluttony. I’ve eaten some magnificent food this weekend, and while the crazy-expensive place we ate after the ceremony was exquisite, dollar-for-dollar the best place we’ve been was definitely a new-ish Vietnamese sandwich shop called Bun Mee. I’ve been seeing this place praised to the rafters for the past week or two at every turn, and much to my surprise it actually lives up to every inch of its hype. Six bucks nets you what is possibly the best banh mi I’ve ever eaten; yes, yes, banh mi should be about half that expensive, but the added cost is not frivolous. I mean, look at this:
Here we have two halves of different sandwiches. On the left is a braised pork belly sandwich with amazingly tender and flavorful meat; on the right is the infamous Bun Mee specialty, which is basically a sloppy joe (ground beef in curry sauce topped with a fried egg) in banh mi form. It is so good. So, so good. The ingredients are fresh, the bread is perfect (tender inside, crisp and flaky outside), and despite using decidedly non-traditional components they still manage to taste authentically Vietnamese. They’re unique, but they still get the flavors right. Really great stuff.
Ignore the pile of purple onions; I hate onions and have always been that person who fastidiously picks them out of his food.
Seriously, though, Bun Mee deserves all the praise it’s received, and anyone visiting San Francisco should be obligated to grab a bite there. It’s a cheap lunch, but maaaan is it good. Oh, and to be all authentic and San Francisco-y, we topped off our lunch with sundaes from Ghiarardelli Square. I’ve accompanied people to Ghirardelli but have always forgone actually getting my own dessert as a concession to calorie-counting. But I figured if you can’t cut loose on a weekend like this, when can you cut loose? I was immediately filled with regret when I witnessed the monstrosity of a milkshake I had unleashed:
It was really great, though. I mean, it’s basically a malt combined with a sundae, so big ol’ globs of fudge get sucked up the straw as you drink.
Also, I didn’t realize until just now that my doctor-prescribed transitional lenses combined with the hat and jacket Cat picked out for me over the past few days make me look like a blind jazz musician. Man, I wish I were that cool.
I’d photoblog more, but in looking over my images from the past few days, it turns out most of the pictures I’ve taken have been of food. I guess I’m filing this one under BakesSpite, then.