<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:32:41.737-08:00</updated><category term='Quince'/><title type='text'>DICS</title><subtitle type='html'>Striking fear into the hearts of ordinary diners.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02666754502903916592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SaysZCbsVzI/AAAAAAAAGFU/Abu_nx_mwA0/S220/IMG_0357.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-6875304335406809859</id><published>2009-09-18T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:50:25.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good fish, boring rolls</title><content type='html'>Sebo is known to be one of the top sushi places in SF, so now that I am starting to get over my dislike of seafood, I wanted to check it out. The SF DICS decided to go all out and order omakase, so we didn't know exactly what we were going to get, but we trusted that it would be good. All in all, we ended up having about 9 rounds of different sushi, all of which were delicately prepared with incredibly fresh fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SrPIC1QCMmI/AAAAAAAAHQs/cv70pwA-SJ0/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SrPIC1QCMmI/AAAAAAAAHQs/cv70pwA-SJ0/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382865930617500258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just a sushi noob, but I have to be honest that it just got a little boring after a while. All of the preparations that we had were pretty straightforward nigiri - just a slice of fish on some rice. Don't get me wrong, the fish was great, and even the rice was incredibly delicious. But I like getting the occasional "unusual" roll - like when a restaurant adds some jalapeno or tropical fruit or whatever to the fish. If it's done well, it often really works. And it mixes things up a bit from the standard fish-on-rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SrPIDYucbPI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/lmw55HYLvws/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SrPIDYucbPI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/lmw55HYLvws/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382865940140289266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our omakase plus a shared bottle of sake ran us about $90 per person, and given that I started getting bored of the sushi halfway through, I'm not sure that I would go back. However, I am not sure that all the other DICS share this opinion. I saw some pretty blissful expressions on J-dawg's face all the way to the end of the meal. He even enjoyed sea urchin for the first time, so that's gotta mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SrPIEIaS0sI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/1-gW8HOi-Wo/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SrPIEIaS0sI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/1-gW8HOi-Wo/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382865952940675778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-6875304335406809859?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/6875304335406809859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=6875304335406809859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/6875304335406809859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/6875304335406809859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-fish-boring-rolls.html' title='Good fish, boring rolls'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02666754502903916592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SaysZCbsVzI/AAAAAAAAGFU/Abu_nx_mwA0/S220/IMG_0357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SrPIC1QCMmI/AAAAAAAAHQs/cv70pwA-SJ0/s72-c/DSC_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-7913515576860742854</id><published>2008-10-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:15:35.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapeau: so good until the last 5 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This month the SF DICS took the Richmond by storm. Chapeau (on Clement @15th) delivered some amazing food and a comfortable atmosphere. There was a little snafu with the waiter at the end of our meal (the last 5 minutes referred to in the title of this post), but I am not going to let that taint my memories of the delicious food and the great company of my fellow DICS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of describing the dinner, I'm going to just include some actual quotes along with pics: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooooohhh! This asparagus soup is soooo good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Complimentary starter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfafm6SJaI/AAAAAAAAEO8/I6LMw0HJR_g/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfafm6SJaI/AAAAAAAAEO8/I6LMw0HJR_g/s320/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257911326534149538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG! Two giant slabs of foie gras? Mmmm. Wow, the presentation is great. Is there crack in this sauce? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfaf5XfWaI/AAAAAAAAEPE/9aSETxhkmAc/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfaf5XfWaI/AAAAAAAAEPE/9aSETxhkmAc/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257911331488487842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yum. The reduction sauce on this steak is to die for. Um, no, actually I don't really want to swap any of it for some of your duck. Sorry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfagFChRxI/AAAAAAAAEPM/UBd3_8N1wMg/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfagFChRxI/AAAAAAAAEPM/UBd3_8N1wMg/s320/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257911334621759250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa. What is this creamy custard stuff between the apples and the crust? That seriously makes this way better than regular apple tart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfagS51udI/AAAAAAAAEPU/o0SK4cViE-A/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfagS51udI/AAAAAAAAEPU/o0SK4cViE-A/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257911338343446994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhhh, warm and gooey. Chocolatey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfaglbOmzI/AAAAAAAAEPc/gbVeLgteYtQ/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfaglbOmzI/AAAAAAAAEPc/gbVeLgteYtQ/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257911343315327794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, these are mostly quotes from the other members of DICS. I didn't say that much because I was busy inhaling my food and scraping the sauce of the plate, and then trying to eat the shared desserts faster than the others. Suckers. I definitely got more than my fair share of the chocolate cake. And the bread. And the apple tart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, my tummy hurt. But that is a price I am willing to pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-7913515576860742854?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/7913515576860742854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=7913515576860742854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/7913515576860742854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/7913515576860742854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapeau-so-good-until-last-5-minutes.html' title='Chapeau: so good until the last 5 minutes'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02666754502903916592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SaysZCbsVzI/AAAAAAAAGFU/Abu_nx_mwA0/S220/IMG_0357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SPfafm6SJaI/AAAAAAAAEO8/I6LMw0HJR_g/s72-c/DSC00803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-1728289713135936115</id><published>2008-08-06T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:29:20.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenderloin Two-fer</title><content type='html'>Ahh, the Tenderloin.... Walking through several blocks of urine-scented sidewalks, sprinkled with crackwhores and empty 40s makes arriving at your destination that much more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the DICS are the kind of people who can handle the trek, we journeyed to the Loin last week for some classy bourbon drinks at Bourbon &amp;amp; Branch. Of course, we had to make a pit stop at Shalimar to get some sketchy-yet-delicious Indian food to pad our stomachs beforehand. After that tasty prelude, we headed across the street to B&amp;amp;B, gave them our password, and were seated at a comfy booth in the dimly-lit (in a good way) establishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only recently discovered that I like bourbon, and for me, this trip to B&amp;amp;B was a big success. I think I might have to say that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;bourbon, especially when mixed into a sexy little cocktail. This could be dangerous. My fellow DICS were equally enamoured with the drinks at B&amp;amp;B, so I think we might need to visit again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-1728289713135936115?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/1728289713135936115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=1728289713135936115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/1728289713135936115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/1728289713135936115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2008/08/tenderloin-two-fer.html' title='Tenderloin Two-fer'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02666754502903916592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SaysZCbsVzI/AAAAAAAAGFU/Abu_nx_mwA0/S220/IMG_0357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-8956816888376665303</id><published>2008-08-06T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:16:58.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A housecall to Chez TJ</title><content type='html'>Belated Post - we went to Chez TJ in February, right before the Executive Chef left (to Meadowood in Napa where he is apparently kicking ass). Since the visit was several months ago now, I won't try to describe in any detail. Quick summary is that all of us were thoroughly pleased with the food, although the portions were a bit small for a 4 course menu. Feeling a bit unsatisfied with the overall amount of food, I suggested a post-TJ visit to In-N-Out, but was shot down by my dining companions. In the end, I survived without hitting up any other dining establishments, but it was tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was presented beautifully and tasted delicious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqQiy2I77I/AAAAAAAADNQ/JQ_YUh6S7BI/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqQiy2I77I/AAAAAAAADNQ/JQ_YUh6S7BI/s400/DSC00349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231652844583055282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqSZcipvyI/AAAAAAAADNo/GevexsP6lWg/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqSZcipvyI/AAAAAAAADNo/GevexsP6lWg/s400/DSC00347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654883000172322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqSZZjze3I/AAAAAAAADNw/x3CLYSjGay0/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqSZZjze3I/AAAAAAAADNw/x3CLYSjGay0/s400/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654882199698290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqSZtzgMTI/AAAAAAAADN4/O_QYTBs5P3I/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqSZtzgMTI/AAAAAAAADN4/O_QYTBs5P3I/s400/DSC00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654887634252082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DICS rejoiced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqSYxMmzKI/AAAAAAAADNY/nulMiyxbR08/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqSYxMmzKI/AAAAAAAADNY/nulMiyxbR08/s400/DSC00357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654871364979874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqS_ycqMxI/AAAAAAAADOA/mo6uBRJbCjw/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqS_ycqMxI/AAAAAAAADOA/mo6uBRJbCjw/s400/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231655541715645202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-8956816888376665303?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/8956816888376665303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=8956816888376665303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/8956816888376665303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/8956816888376665303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2008/08/housecall-to-chez-tj.html' title='A housecall to Chez TJ'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02666754502903916592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SaysZCbsVzI/AAAAAAAAGFU/Abu_nx_mwA0/S220/IMG_0357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SJqQiy2I77I/AAAAAAAADNQ/JQ_YUh6S7BI/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-4255406926595834979</id><published>2008-01-19T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:25:51.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducca was the shit(s)</title><content type='html'>Ducca, a new SF restaurant in 2007 was voted a top 10 restaurant by SF Chronicle's foodie Michael Bauer. Ergo, Julie got all excited and booked us up a rezzo so we can experience their "Venetian" fare ourselves. Honestly, I can't get excited about any italian restaurant, which by its very nature, removes about 80% of all new restaurants that are opening in SF nowadays. (I think the other 20% are classified as Thai noodle places. (poubelle))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in this case, I had a  prior engagement, so this guy did not attend this latest DICS outing. But to those that did go, I exclaim in your general direction a hearty "HA!" I'm sorry, do I enjoy seeing my friends eat bad meals? no. Do I enjoy successfully avoiding what I perceived would be a sure waste of time? yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late and I've nothing else to do, so I'll paraphrase Julie's report on Ducca.&lt;br /&gt;There were the four of them at the table, enough to order a sizable cross section of their offerings. The quietness and absence of other patrons was an ominous sign, but the diners went through with their original plan and ordered a large variety of dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how this restaurant received a top 10 from the Chronicle, we surmised that Michael Bauer must be getting some sort of...of...what's the French word for "kickback"? So glad I am to have avoided this waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know, when it comes to food, I don't care how you decorate it, I don't care what kind of plate it sits on, I don't care if Owen Wilson came to this same restaurant 3 days ago, I don't care if Mario Batali is a part owner. All I care about when it comes to food from restaurants, because I believe these are organically evolved signs of a good place to eat, is that it fulfills more than one of the following conditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Cook is overweight. Not just average American overweight, but I mean goddamn Paul Prudhomme overweight (Hard to assess, cuz most cooks/chefs/sauciers/schiesters work behind closed doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appears &lt;/span&gt;dirty, but in fact passes health inspections. (eg. Shalimar is a good example. Another is Shanghai Dumpling King)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Is cooked by a mom looking figure (eg. Cafe Jacqueline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Is busy. Hopefully surprisingly busy due to its forgettable location, or superficial displays of uncleanliness (eg. Tio Alberto's in Isla Vista, and again, Shalimar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Remote. So remote, you know it has to be good to stay in business. This final qualification almost makes me want to take a pilgrimage to El Bulli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this post really didn't have that much to do with Ducca, aside from the mentioning that it sucked. But then, I'm not in a position to elucidate on the whys &amp;amp; hows of it sucking. You'll have to wait for the other DICS to jive on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-4255406926595834979?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/4255406926595834979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=4255406926595834979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/4255406926595834979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/4255406926595834979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2008/01/ducca-was-shits.html' title='Ducca was the shit(s)'/><author><name>Macque Pere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02923595937709511243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-934752503192400417</id><published>2007-06-06T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:38:14.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DICS Does Michael Mina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight DICS dined at the very famous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restaurant Michael Mina&lt;/span&gt; located in the Westin St Francis on Union Square.  To say the least, our expectations for the restaurant were very low considering we knew how pricey the menu was, and I think all of us expected to be let down, at least in some fashion.  (If this is not foreshadowing, I don’t know what is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The night was off to a poor start when I entered the restaurant.  I found Julie, Jessica, and Jeremy all huddled around a small cocktail table sipping on various fruity drinks.  That includes Jeremy who was drinking something to the kin of grenadine and vodka.  As soon as I sat down, each person at the table quickly described how bad their drink was.  In fact, Jessica begged me for the next 15 minutes to help her finish it off.  However, the drinks did do the trick as Jessica and Julie were quite toasty before we even ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We were then seated and given our menus.  Once we had our menus in hand, we quickly understood what made this restaurant so unique.  It is a prefixed menu with three courses, however, each course is prepared in three different ways.  So, it meant that in reality each person was able to get 9 different unique tastes throughout the evening.  After we ordered, we started with a bottle of La Reve Sparkling White Wine from Domain Carneros and we were promptly presented with a special amuse-bouche; soft-shelled crab prepared in three different ways (in keeping with the general theme).  There was a buttery smooth bisque, a bite sized piece of tempura fried crab, and a crab cake prepared with hummus.  Each was very impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At the same time we were presented with hot rolls and “the best better I’ve ever had” according to Julie on our own little butter plate.  The waiter appeared a few minutes later with our appetizers.  Julie and I both had the lobster and artichoke dish while Jessica and Jeremy both had the foie gras.  The lobster was prepared in three different ways with an additional small lobster tail.  The highlight for both Julie and I was the single tortelloni, which, when I bit into it, I said “This is the best taste I've ever tasted.”  Julie followed with “I had a special moment just now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeremy and Jessica both said that it was the best foie gras they had ever eaten.  We then moved on to our main course and opened up a 2003 Rochioli Pinot Noir.  Jessica and Jeremy both had the lamb.  It was presented medium rare with three distinctly different sauces, and during her main course Jessica remarked that is was “Heaven on a plate.”  Julie had the “Three Little Pigs” which was a sampling of pork loin, ribs, and pork belly.  At one point Julie leaned back on the couch to take a break and uttered “I'm a little warm right now.”  At about the same time Jeremy picked it up a notch with this quote: “I am about as likely to go dancing as I am to lick the pork fat off of Julie’s plate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We then moved on to dessert that was, to say the least, epic.  Julie and Jessica split the cheese plate and chocolate deserts.  The cheese plate was a series of three different medium hard cheeses from a sheep, cow and goat.  They were each paired with fruity morsels of deliciousness according to Julie.  The chocolate dessert, which I also had, was a composition of chocolate mousse, ganache, and a molten lava cake.  Hands down the scrumptuously melting chocolate combined with the chocolate ice cream was off the hook.  The ganache paired with Jasmine Tea ice cream was certainly the weak link in the group because it seemed to be very dry and not had little flavor.  However, the mousse made up for it along with the walnut flavored ice cream that was seated next to it.  Jeremy’s tummy was “owwie” at this point in the night and we really considered kicking him out of DICS because he couldn’t hang.  “I’ve never been so wrecked by a meal,” was Jeremy’s thought just before he started his dessert, the Citrus Plate, of which he only finished half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At this point we figured we were done.  However, we were presented with a final treat, a series of bon bons.  The pear sorbet encrusted in chocolate and thinly sliced candied puffed rice was outstanding, although it was not out done by the strawberry ice cream prepared in the same fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All of us agreed that Michael Mina was better food and a more enjoyable restaurant than any other restaurant we’d been to in the city, including Gary Danko and Quince.  In fact, we’d go so far as to say the Michael kicked Gary’s ass.  Till next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The DICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-934752503192400417?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/934752503192400417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=934752503192400417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/934752503192400417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/934752503192400417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2007/06/dics-does-michael-mina.html' title='DICS Does Michael Mina'/><author><name>Brian Katzman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-3593045337746580751</id><published>2007-04-03T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:26:54.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DICS goes to Gary Danko</title><content type='html'>We finally had our long-awaited thrice-postponed trip to Gary Danko, the most gourmet DI&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpS7Y41U5FU/Ri_i_ToEY3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6PWeLSxE5ng/s1600-h/jessica-lobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpS7Y41U5FU/Ri_i_ToEY3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6PWeLSxE5ng/s320/jessica-lobster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057510483788325746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CS outing yet (or at least we hoped it would be).  We arrived feeling celebratory, and decided to have a glass of the delicious-looking pink bubbly that other loitering patrons were enjoying. When our server presented us with two confusing-sounding French champagne options, we tried our best to look like we knew what we were talking about, and ordered the rose. That ended up being a $32 per glass lesson in being comfortable looking ignorant (but damn, it was good!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie, Jeremy and I started with the foie gras, which was slightly disappointing given what Julie described as the liver-like veins running through her too-large piece. Brian went with the lobster risotto, which we all agreed was cheesy goodness. Second course was lobster with morel mushrooms, which was definitely my favorite and Julie's, who licked her plate clean...literally.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CpS7Y41U5FU/Ri_i_DoEY2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LpRw3T1mIco/s1600-h/julie-fondue-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 245px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CpS7Y41U5FU/Ri_i_DoEY2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LpRw3T1mIco/s320/julie-fondue-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057510479493358434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert was slightly underwhelming, but probably because I had built up the cheese cart to godlike status and was only allowed to try four kinds instead of all twenty-six. The souffle everyone else ordered looked amazing but I've decided I'm more of a molten chocolate cake gal - the richer, the better. All in all, definitely a worthwhile trip and even better company. Satisfied BK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-3593045337746580751?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/3593045337746580751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=3593045337746580751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/3593045337746580751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/3593045337746580751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2007/04/dics-goes-to-gary-danko.html' title='DICS goes to Gary Danko'/><author><name>JBro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351014634025271019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpS7Y41U5FU/Ri_i_ToEY3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6PWeLSxE5ng/s72-c/jessica-lobster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-4004642118493983503</id><published>2007-03-07T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:10:59.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DICS in India</title><content type='html'>My dearest DICS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog to you from India, where I have been indulging in several weeks of extreme over-eating. I did not realize that I loved Indian food this much, but I have been eating it for 2 weeks straight, and still want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I must report that last night I encountered the first restaurant that really defeated me. SeaRudie, you will be pleased to hear that it was your favorite, Angeethi in Hyderabad, that did the honors. Their spicy chicken and veggie kabobs were so delicious, that I kept eating them regardless of the fact that they were dissolving my stomach lining. Let's just say I paid the price today. But would I do it again next time? Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my favorite meal so far? That award definitely goes to Woody's in Bangalore. It was there that I got my first meal of traditionally South Indian foods. I had the extra spicy ravi masala dosa and my favorite, channa bhatura, with extra-deep-fried bhatura. It was definitely a 10-napkin meal, although that is not unusual here, given that the napkins are super flimsy and don't seem to actually absorb anything. However, at Woody's I felt the unbridled joy of real value: my meal cost me a total of $2. With those kinds of prices, I decided to treat the whole table of 4, for a whopping total of $9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DICS, let's please take a moment to acknowledge the culinary prowess of India. I don't know of anywhere else where you can buy this much happiness for $2, or so thoroughly enjoy the pain of your insides burning up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-4004642118493983503?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/4004642118493983503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=4004642118493983503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/4004642118493983503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/4004642118493983503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2007/03/dics-in-india.html' title='DICS in India'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02666754502903916592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SaysZCbsVzI/AAAAAAAAGFU/Abu_nx_mwA0/S220/IMG_0357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-7704079878943452469</id><published>2007-01-26T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T08:38:18.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the front porch stinks</title><content type='html'>I never say no to fried chicken, so when the BF suggested that we try out Front Porch, I said OK within about 0.25 seconds. You see, I have been hearing buzz about the fried chicken at front porch, and it seemed everyone was talking about this place. Of course I had to try it out and give it the real DICS test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first of all, you have to walk through an outdoor table area (the front porch, I'm guessing) to get into the restaurant, and this area smells crazy like an incense shop in the Haight. Ugh. Secondly, this place is UBER-hipster: dark, wierd decor, wait staff dressed in costumes from Buffalo Exchange. Thirdly, wind rushes into the dining area every time the front door is opened. Lastly, the signature fried chicken was not only nothing to write home about, but I would go so far as to say that it was kinda bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lowdown on the chicken:&lt;br /&gt;I was excited when they served it to us in a paper bucket, but  eating it was not so fun. It was hella greasy. That's right, hella. All the good crispy coating slid right off the skin and landed in crumbly heaps on our plates. The bigger pieces of chicken were totally bloody in the middle, which is good when it's steak, but somehow not so good when it's chicken. Also, there were no white meat pieces at all. Just a bunch of wings, thighs and drumsticks. I understand that some people feel that dark meat is juicier and whatnot, but a good chef can whip up some mighty fine deep fried chicken breasts. And when you're getting a bucket of chicken for 29 dollars, and all that's in there are the cheap pieces, a girl can feel a little cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, on the accoutrements:&lt;br /&gt;The the drinks were decent, although of course they had to be all weird and obscure in order to be hip enough.  The fries were tasty except that the amount of salt on them was burning my tongue. The grits were I guess about as good as you can make grits, which is still just about in the mediocre category for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this DICS member's opinion:&lt;br /&gt;Definitely don't go here for the fried chicken. If you like getting chicken in a bucket, stick to Popeye's where it is like 5 bucks. And definitely don't sit out on the front porch, because it really stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-7704079878943452469?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/7704079878943452469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=7704079878943452469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/7704079878943452469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/7704079878943452469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2007/01/front-porch-stinks.html' title='the front porch stinks'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02666754502903916592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SaysZCbsVzI/AAAAAAAAGFU/Abu_nx_mwA0/S220/IMG_0357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-1937101155411822872</id><published>2006-11-09T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:28:33.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quince'/><title type='text'>DICS at Quince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7918/669382203807933/1600/IMG_3907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7918/669382203807933/320/IMG_3907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DICS went out in style on Tuesday night to Quince.  A 1 star Michellin restaurant in San Francisco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the dinner did not live up to our expectations.  We found that the cuisine is rather "old world." as was our wine.  We did try some rather interesting dishes such as gnocchi with duck giblets, and pork loin with water.  (The water was added by a member of DICS).  Oh and the pumpkin soup tasted like my Mom's matzah ball soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, I'd say that this restaurant did not suit the taste buds of DICS.  Stay tuned for our next restaurant experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-1937101155411822872?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/1937101155411822872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=1937101155411822872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/1937101155411822872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/1937101155411822872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2006/11/dics-at-quince.html' title='DICS at Quince'/><author><name>Brian Katzman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483579013594595054.post-4495186853564987644</id><published>2006-10-19T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:30:55.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the DICS!</title><content type='html'>San Francisco, watch out! The DICS are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the DICS, you might ask? We are Dining and Imbibing Culinary Snobs, and we are coming to a restaurant near you. And then we'll blast our snobby opinions all over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on our first few restaurant visits.... stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483579013594595054-4495186853564987644?l=sfdics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/feeds/4495186853564987644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483579013594595054&amp;postID=4495186853564987644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/4495186853564987644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483579013594595054/posts/default/4495186853564987644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfdics.blogspot.com/2006/10/attack-of-dics.html' title='Attack of the DICS!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02666754502903916592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0UvVGM16TU/SaysZCbsVzI/AAAAAAAAGFU/Abu_nx_mwA0/S220/IMG_0357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
