I met a reader recently who told me she wished she had my life. While reading my blog I suppose one could be led to believe that I lead this idyllic existence, blithely roaming from restaurant to restaurant, meal to meal, cocktail to cocktail. It certainly seemed to her that my world was one of constant fine dining and never-empty glasses of champagne. Nothing could be further from the truth. But since it isn’t the first time I’ve left folks with this impression, I have to assume its something about the way I recite my adventures that convinces others that my life is an effortless one of food and fun times. That’s not to say I don’t eat out more than most, though my eldest daughter’s recent nuptials have me brown bagging it more often than not. Not that I’m complaining. I find a meal of home-cooked succotash or soup as enjoyable (well okay almost) as a meal prepared by an artiste like David Kinch, whose Michelin-starred Manresa provided the backdrop for a recent triple birthday celebration. (That details of that particular adventure, however, will have to wait for another blog).
OR DINING WITH THE MASSES
The perception that dining at a Michelin-starred restaurant is the only way to enjoy a brilliant bite of food is something of a fallacy. Though I hope I am fortunate enough to continue to dine with the best Chefs this country has to offer, I am no food snob. One of my readers who owns a food truck once remarked “You eat so well, I’m jealous” I had to laugh a little at this. I replied to her “But I am eating well because I am eating this” and pointed to the sandwich she had just handed me. I was actually jealous of her, up in her truck window, handing out the tasty magic. To me that is a charmed life indeed. But that’s my point.
|Senor Sisig's magic is well worth|
the wait. In the long, long,
long long line...
The fact is, I like to eat much too much to confine my culinary entertainment to something I can only enjoy three or four times a year. Fortunately for me, there are many levels of fine food, and not all come at Michelin prices.
ENTER, EAT REAL FESTIVAL, OAKLAND. September 21, 22, 23, 2012
|The staff at Tamarindo will|
serve up nothing less than perfection
A Chef doesn’t have to have a Michelin-star to rock my world, or even my tastebuds. All he or she needs is good ingredients, imagination, and most importantly --- skills. Like any other art form, cooking with enough inventiveness to create a point-of-view is a skill that can’t completely be taught, so not every culinary school graduate can make the magic happen.
I suggest you make time to experience it. Chop Bar of Oakland will be serving up some (whole roasted) pig; there will be crepes from Brittany Crepes and Galettes, roasted corn and yams by Ear-Good Corn Roast, Indian street food from Curry Up Now! and, if memory serves me right, Little Green Cyclo and Senor Sisig will be serving up the longest lines (and some of the most amazing grub) ever to be experienced.
Admission is free. Food is inexpensive (though it does add up) and cash is best.
For a full schedule of participants visit www.eatrealfest.com