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Foreign Cinema is in the Mission, but seems reluctant to admit it. After you debark from your silver Grand Cherokee, you pass through shiny steel doors and file down a long, stark corridor, at the far end of which a large man in a uniform checks your name against his list before permitting you to be escorted through a second set of doors into the holding cell -- I mean, the restaurant. Co-owner Jon Varnedoe is the master gentri-preneur who made Bruno's what it is, and with Foreign Cinema he's tapping into the synergy of the Mission stretch that includes that restaurant, Cha Cha Cha, and Beauty Bar. Foreign Cinema enjoys the same exciting, diverse, lucrative clientele that these establishments do: namely, successful multimedia people.

The restaurant is divided into a courtyard and a large indoor dining room and is decorated in the classic industrial style, with plenty of exposed concrete, steel, and bare wood. The principal design feature, of course, is the screen at the back of the courtyard on which movies are projected nightly. This is a nice idea, but the logistics are problematic. Although the sound is audible, it's not loud enough to be comprehensible. Presumably this is the reason for the stipulation "foreign": Subtitles make it possible to follow the action. But unless your date is very boring, it's unlikely that the film will be much more than ambience. Still, if you notice your companion gazing raptly over your shoulder, it is an indication that you need to scintillate a bit more. For those seated indoors this is less of an issue, as the view of the screen is reduced to a mere slice. (The restaurant plans to introduce a second screen soon, this one intended for actual undivided-attention viewing of films, conceived, says management, as a way of giving back to the community.) The service is skilled but suffers a bit from hauteur: The waitstaff seem to believe they're far too cool to wait tables, and do it only out of a charitable impulse.

Chef Laurent Katgely has his French pedigree in order. Frogs, ducks, crayfish, snails -- all four of these characters, and a number of their little friends, are present on the menu, but the dishes are subtle and minimally adorned, the culinary equivalents of soliloquies, rather than grand production numbers. This approach leaves little room for error, relying as it does on high-quality ingredients and sheer skill, and while some of the dishes are triumphant, there are a few whose shortcomings are quite apparent.

Location Info


Foreign Cinema

2534 Mission
San Francisco, CA 94110

Category: Movie Theaters

Region: Mission/ Bernal Heights


2534 Mission (at 21st Street), 648-7600. Open Tuesday through Sunday 6 to 11 p.m. Reservations: recommended. Parking: city garage at 21st & Bartlett, or use valet ($6). Muni: 14, 26, 49, BART (24th Street station). Noise level: pretty loud

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Fresh asparagus ($8), served with a light, creamy truffle sauce that contains abundant shreds of the magnificent fungus, is an example of a triumph. The dish is essentially perfect. The asparagus is carefully selected and optimally flavorful, and the dressing tastes strongly of truffle; the two flavors, both pungent, compete in an intriguing way. The escargot "casserole" ($8) is a small dish of the chewy mollusks, roasted. As is traditional, they are indulged in garlic, with a few whole cloves tossed in to keep them company, but bizarrely, here they're stiffed when it comes to the other treat they are promised in the afterlife: The dish could use quite a bit more butter. The snails are succulent but not as savory as one would hope, while their resilient texture is well-developed, but doesn't quite overcome this blandness.

The frog leg fricassee ($9) suffers a different fate. Ideally, frogs' hind legs have a subtle flavor and a sublimely tender texture. But Foreign Cinema's frogs' legs are on the tough side -- likely a symptom of overcooking -- and the delicate taste of the meat is wholly masked by a thick, sour, curry-Riesling sauce, whose excessive tartness is oddly reminiscent of tamarind. One might as well be eating pale, overcooked chicken for all the frog enjoyment one gets. If these legs taste as they do because they have been disguised for a timid audience, it's a shame.

The warm crayfish salad ($8) is a nice starter but not terribly exciting. The tiny crustacean (yes, there's only one) is bisected attractively and shares a plate with a number of long wax beans and pieces of dense, creamy salsify root, but the small appetizer is dominated by a great quantity of fresh dill, an often-underappreciated herb here overappreciated by far. The salsify's gentle, oceanic flavor is lost in the onslaught of dill, and the crayfish barely survives with its distinctive sweetness intact.

The wait between appetizer and entree, intended to be a time for reflecting, anticipating, and ordering a second bottle of wine, can stretch into an hour when Foreign Cinema is busy. The roasted Sonoma duck breast ($18), however, is wonderful -- plump and meaty and juicy, without any trace of oiliness or gaminess. The little rare slices could probably pass for very tender steak, if you weren't paying attention; the dish is a keeper. But the filet mignon it emulates, ironically, is not. The latter ($19) is served atop a tremendously good buttery potato galette, with delectable trumpet mushrooms. The meat, however, is somewhat subpar. Filet mignon is prized for its tenderness, not its flavor -- if you want tastier meat, cut closer to the bone. It is, therefore, tragic when a filet mignon is insufficiently tender, as is the case here. Nobody wants to spend his or her night out chewing filet mignon.

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