The City comes to the ‘burbs


Light, bright and airy is key to the design of The Slanted Door

For quite some time, the restaurant most booked on Opentable has been The Slanted Door, on the Embarcadero in San Francisco.  So successful has it been that now they have opened a branch in the new City Center Bishop Ranch in San Ramon.

Mike texted and asked if Gail and I wanted to give it a try, his treat.  Although Mike is a generous man, I couldn’t think of a reason for this kind invitation.  It isn’t my birthday, Christmas is 7 months away, he certainly doesn’t need to borrow the rent money.  I finally decided he was still feeling guilty for the 5♣ bid he made in Gatlinburg.

City Center is a huge new development just off Bollinger Road, so hip, slick and cool there aren’t any indications outside of what is inside–we drove around and around until Gail prevailed on a security guard to lead us to the restaurant–which is right next to the entrance, if only they would tell you it was there.

The first impression I got from the restaurant was aural–this place is loud.  Really loud.  Concrete floors, hard tables, noisy flatware and china, music blaring.  So loud I pulled up the sound meter on my phone and noted it was 83 decibels there.  That may be a good thing if you want the young and energetic to be revved up, it’s a bad thing for us old codgers who struggle to hear in the best of circumstances.

Other than the sound, the place is beautiful.  High ceilings, all glass walls (which reflect sound), lots of light and air. Very modern, very chic.

The food is pan-Asian fusion. Beautifully designed small plates representing the best of Asian cuisine.  Get a bunch of them and share is the way to go here.

I’m a huge fan of green papaya salad.  I love the crunch of the papaya and the tang of the dressing.  This is one of the best:


I’m not sure it’s fair to rate dishes across cuisines.  Micky and I had some darned good ribs in Gatlinburg last month, but how do you compare southern ribs with Asian?  These were excellent, but a complete world apart from the ones in Tennessee.


The south cooks these ribs low and slow for that fall-off-the-bone tenderness.  Asia doesn’t have the fuel for that, so the ribs are cooked faster for a more solid meatiness.  The sauces are completely different.  There’s just no comparison, they are two completely different dishes with the same base meat.  I like them both.

Our consensus favorite was the cellophane noodles with crab.


This dish is so far out of my ability and expertise that I don’t know what to say except that you should order it.

The signature dish of The Slanted Door is shaking beef:


Linda and Gail wrestling for their share

Not unlike Mongolian Beef, this dish is tender slices of beef cooked with onion, green onion and lots of spices.  We ordered rice to pour it over, the better to savor the sauce.

The San Ramon version of The Slanted Door is just as good as the one in the city, albeit noisier.  Courtesy of Mr. Bandler’s generosity,  I have no comment on the pricing but this isn’t your local China Garden.  It’s somewhere in City Center Bishop Ranch.  I suggest you try to find it.



One of the fringe benefits of writing about restaurants is the recommendations I get from readers.

Carroll Brooks told me about a new upscale pizza place in the Willows with a dog-friendly patio, so off we went to give it a try. Owning a pizza store of our own, we rarely/never go out for pizza, but this seemed so different from what we sell and such a nice place on a sunny day that we had to test it out.


Certainly a dog-friendly waitstaff

MidiCi is part of a 35 store chain specializing in Neapolitan pizza–think flour-salt-water-yeast only crust, the usual healthy non-GMO additions, high quality oil.  They make a nice pizza.


Bennet the greyhound.  His family brings his huge bed with them.

There are a number of nice looking salads and starters on the menu Gail and I will have to try another time.  Today, we just opted for pizza.  We each ordered our own, but a better choice would be to order one pizza for two, with a salad before.

I had the pesto:


It’s easy to overload the pie and overwhelm the crust/sauce with too many toppings and then you don’t know how well the do the basics.  I just stuck to Italian sausage and onions here, the better to savor the crust.  Pesto is always my favorite sauce; I’d eat it on wet newspapers.

This pizza was delicious.  The crust is nicely crunchy, sturdy enough to maintain its own flavor through the sauce, cheese and meat. Their sausage is decently flavored, without drowning you in fennel and garlic.  The cheese is a good brand of mozzarella and doesn’t taste commercial or processed.

Gail had the truffle pizza, with spicy sausage, black olives, onions and spinach.


Another winner, although she never really tasted the truffle. Nonetheless, she enjoyed it sufficiently to eat the whole thing and have no leftovers.

Claudia had a side of chicken.  She ate it all in a flash; it must be good.


There is a Nutella and strawberry calzone on the menu for dessert so tempting that I will have to go back. Carroll speaks very highly of the meatballs, so perhaps we’ll bring Micky (a noted meatball lover) and Linda for dinner.

I can’t close without a photo of the oil they put on the table,.  Regular olive oil and a housemade chili oil, which even Gail says is very hot.  I just like the colors.


We enjoyed MidiCi.  Their patio is better than most, with comfortable chairs and even an area with an outdoor sofa.  They are kind to dogs, and the food is good.  What more could a boy and his dog ask for?

Why a duck?


Sometimes I see something just odd enough that I can’t pass it up.

Walking back to the car after lunch, I saw a girl taking her duck out of the car to go for a walk.  Yes, a duck.  On a leash.  Because how else would you walk your duck?


A fairly friendly duck, willing to be approached and petted, except he likes shiny things and will peck at your jewelry.  Not afraid of Claudia, who was slightly perplexed at this non-furry, two legged dog.  Claudia thinks all creatures are people or dogs.

The young woman is not strictly a duck person, either.

untitled-9Those are green cheek conures, a species of parrot.  They can live 30 years if properly cared for and are capable of learning a few words as well. We didn’t discuss their vocabulary or the lack thereof.

She just likes birds, and has had this crew for about 5 years.

Billy Miller, the bridge pro, has a green cheek conure, too.  Norman is his name.  I don’t think Billy takes Norman for walks, though.

Wrapping up

Micky and I went to the Smoky Mountain Opry, a show I had been to two years ago.  Some things changed, some didn’t.  It isn’t Broadway, but it isn’t bad.  If you don’t mind the heavy bible thumping at the end of the show.


This is Slim Chance.  His part of the show is identical to the previous time, and it’s still perfect.  He’s a former science teacher who is also an incredible juggler and a very funny comedian.  To me, he’s the star of this enterprise.

The rest of the show is singing and dancing.  A very professional presentation, allllllmost Broadway quality. Great sets, costumes and lighting effects.  It’s corny, but that’s what plays in Pigeon Forge.

The show ends on a flag waving high note.  A mix up of Neil Diamonds “Coming to America” and Lee Greenwoods “Proud to be an American”, a stage full of red white and blue, an audience waving lighted flags (carefully sold just before intermission); it’s quite a sight.


The show honors veterans in the audience, asking them to stand.


All the performers come out to the lobby after the show to greet the fans and sign autographs.  It’s as friendly and down-home as they can make it.

There was one more day of desultory bridge, then Mike and I went for our annual game of miniature golf. This time we went to the Davy Crockett course, which we now think is the best in town.

He beat me by 3 strokes and I had to buy the ice cream later.

Packing to leave Saturday morning, Bob brought me my bill for the week in the house and my share of the food.


Bob is kind of precise.

That’s a darned good deal for our annual trip.  A week in the Smoky Mountains with friends and bridge and mini-golf and a trip to Dolly’s resort.  Life is good.

Hello, Dolly!

Mike and I played daytime pairs and then went to a show in Pigeon Forge, so I wanted to find someplace different to have dinner.

One problem is that very few places take reservations, and I’m not the sort to stand in line for an hour.  Looking at Opentable, I did find that we could get a table at Dolly’s DreamMore Resort, in the Song and Hearth restaurant.  That sounded too interesting to pass up.

The Resort offers valet parking, but that turns out to be mostly for the guests who are staying.  So the valet offered to just park my car up front, and get it back when we returned, without bothering with a ticket.  More southern hospitality.

DreamMore is a decidedly family place, with scads of kids running around.  It’s as open and friendly as you would imagine Dolly Parton would make it, and we enjoyed it.  Of course, there is a tribute wall to Dolly, with the covers of her many albums flanking a huge photo of the star herself.


You can’t escape the south.  The restaurant turned out to be a buffet, not fine dining.  But a pretty good buffet, if you don’t want salad.  The salad bar was a basket of greens, a few toppings and a couple of dressings.  Tennessee is no place for salad lovers. Except this one, Jello.


But then there are always new things for me to try.


Heard of them, never had them.


Not exactly lovely, but I had to try.  Turns out to be just greens, like spinach or kale, but prepared with vinegar and honey or sugar or molasses so they were both sweet and tangy.  If you want to try them, hurry on over to Pigeon Forge, I won’t be cooking them at home.

There was fried chicken, because it’s probably the law around here.


I really like my cardiologist, but I don’t want to see her next week.  I passed on the chicken.  There was also mesquite BBQ chicken, which Mike tried and approved of.

The barbecued brisket was a very tempting sight, these people know how to do barbecue.


There was a pot of “vegetable” soup, made with chicken stock and flavored with bacon.  There may not be a full understanding of the concept of vegetables in Pigeon Forge.

Of course there was a cornucopia of desserts.  Here’s an interesting presentation of donuts.


Then there were cake and pies and bread pudding and cookies and more.


The tab for all this was pretty reasonable, as you would expect.  The service, which consists of getting drinks and clearing plates, was attentive and friendly.

The valet didn’t charge for stashing the car, so the tip was pretty generous.

Dolly Parton has a great reputation as a smart businesswoman and a kind and generous person.  Everything at Dolly’s DreamMore resort proves that to be trus.


No controversy Dallas

Never one to go gently into that good night, naturally I had to wear my hat from the bridge tournament as we traversed Dallas yet again on the way home.

I am happy to say nobody seems to have even noticed. It’s a complete non-event. Two people in the Knoxville airport noted that they liked the hat: no one in DFW gives a darn.

One persons anecdotal experience proves nothing. There are no valid conclusions to report.

Rats. I was hoping for drama.

Oh Toto, we’re not in California anymore


A registration gift for the ages.

Mike and I have been to hundreds of tournaments all over the country and a few in Canada.  Many offer registration gifts–a tote bag, an alarm clock, some wine or cocktail glasses.  Trinkets to remember the event by.  This plastic monstrosity, designed to hold a wine bottle, is the most ghastly we’ve encountered, surpassing even the hideous candy dish of the Pasadena Nationals ages ago. There are 8 of us here for the tournament, and not one of us thinks our wife would allow this thing in the house.

And that pretty well sums up Gatlinburg.  Lots of people like this place for the culture and ambiance.  I saw a sign claiming it is America’s #2 choice for weddings, just behind Vegas.  The number of tourists roaming the streets and cruising the Parkway is huge.  But for a suburban California boy like me, the culture shock is worse here than it is in Paris.  And the language barrier isn’t much easier, either.

I thought I’d take some photos to explain that.


I can’t imagine what cotton candy wine is.  Even with my sweet tooth, I don’t think it’s very appealing.  Hard to imagine this in Napa.


This is a desirable, career job here.  Well over the minimum wage. Babysitters get more than this in Lafayette.


This is in the Walgreen’s drug store.  I don’t think you can buy cigarettes in any drug store in California.


OK, I think you can buy deep-fried Oreos at a county fair in the central valley.

A couple of t-shirts I saw in the store.  Not the only ones of this nature.  Probably can’t find these in Berkeley.

There are good things, too.  Last night Mike and I went to No Way Jose’s for dinner, and for some reason I decided to have a Piña Colada.  I don’t drink much ever, and I’m not hardly the “shot of red eye” kind of drinker. Give me something sweet, with whipped cream on top and preferably a little umbrella.


My kind of drink. Always willing to trade an umbrella for a cherry.


The dinner was pretty basic, just an enchilada, but then the plate, with rice and beans, was $9.45.  This place is cheap.  Really, really cheap.

One more thing I found.  The guys I share a house with are big ice cream lovers.  There are currently 4 half-gallon containers in the freezer.  I saw this and knew it was the ice cream for me–remember that the license plate on my car reads MOOSLEY, because Gail thinks I’m manly as a moose.  I don’t think Hagen-Daas makes this flavor.


The bridge so far is decent, not great.  Mike and I have placed most events, but not won big.  Tomorrow we’ll try once more in the Fast Pairs, play miniature golf in the evening, go to an Aviation museum Saturday on our way to the airport and be home Saturday night.  Life is good.

Dallas once again

DFW, gate E35. Waiting for my flight to Knoxville. I’m off to Gatlinburg again

Although there is a whole crew of guys, this time I’m playing pairs with Micky all week. The tournament is getting a bit smaller and we were ending up in the top bracket of the teams far too often. It’s fun to play the best in the world sometimes; getting your head beat in all week gets tiresome. (The rest of the team feels differently, and they have replaced us and will go head to head with the best of the world this week. Good for them.)

We are back in the same house, although it has a new owner. I hope very little has changed.

Mike and I will stay in the airport hotel in Knoxville this evening; tomorrow Bob Munson flies in and the three of us will drive to Gatlinburg and begin play.

I am up for five days of constant bridge and lots of sweet fried food. It should be fun as always. Stay tune. I am up for five days of constant bridge and lots of overly sweet fried food. Should be fun as always. Stay tuned.

Experience pays off

There’s a new restaurant in Danville, Cocina Hermanas.  It’s casual dining with upscale Mexican food.

Cocina Hermanas is in the building Basil Tree formerly occupied, across the street from Danville Harvest.  That’s important because the same man, Darren Matte, owns both (as well as Per Diem in the financial district of the City).  The restaurant is named for his 3 daughters.

This place works.  Food and service are excellent, prices are reasonable and the experience was all around pleasant.

The chef, Timothy Humphrey, is in charge of both restaurants, maintaining the quality the area demands on both sides of the street.

I didn’t notice much physical change from Basil Tree.  The place is still casual and open, with a large deck fronting Hartz Avenue.  Everything is clean and airy, and the bar highlights a large selection of tequilas.

I had the enchilada de pollo con papas y queso, chicken enchilada with potatoes and cheese.  Not only was it incredible, but the presentation was spectacular.  I’ve never seen an enchilada that looks this good:


That’s two humungous enchiladas on a bed of poblano rice with beans, cotija cheese and smoked crema Oaxaqueña.  It tastes as good as it looks, with a smoky complexity generally lacking in less ably created Mexican food.

Gail love pozole, so that’s what she had.  A soup of hominy, cabbage and pork, it’s rich and filling.  Hominy is a rare ingredient in Anglo diets, but somehow Gail is a big fan.  It’s a corn product, and it’s what grits are made of.


She liked the soup but thought it needed more hominy.

Some years ago, we crossed the Atlantic on the Queen Mary II, as classy a big cruise ship as you can find.   I ordered iced tea, as usual, and then had to badger them to bring me an iced tea spoon with which to stir.  So that’s part of my standard for excellent service, and look at what I got in Danville;


I wouldn’t dream of quibbling over the size of the spoon, I’m just impressed that I got one.  Good for them.

And there is one more important test to pass.  Cocina Hermanas gets the Claudia seal of approval.



I won’t fall for that again

Thursday night at dinner we were offered potato and green garlic soup, but the tomato soup was delivered.

Tonight, Gail and I went to our local favorite, Metro, and the universe got back in balance when the soup du jour was potato and green garlic.

Gail ordered a cup; I opted for a bowl.

$8 cup or $11 bowl? Which is which? Is this some kind of culinary joke?

I know every little bit helps with the tiny margins restaurants operate on, but this is ridiculous.

Naturally, five minutes later it occurred to me that the proper response would have been to tell the runner who delivered this silliness that I had changed my mind and he should take the bowl back and just bring me a cup.

The good news is that the soup was everything I had hoped for. Green garlic is nowhere as strong as the garlic we are accustomed to, so the soup isn’t overpowered.

I still like Metro, and we’ll eat there again. I won’t be ordering any bowls of soup in the future.