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Wow! Just when you thought the San Francisco restaurant community could stretch no further, along came 1999. With a focus on high-end four-star contenders (and wallet-breakers) and more-bang-for-your-buck comfort food outlets, the number of dining rooms in our fair city nearly threatened to bust out into the bay. (Actually, one fearless restaurateur did launch a floating venture.) New concepts came and went this year faster than ideas to fix Muni hit the circular file. The same way we do with the bullish stock market and rising real estate prices, we join together in collective awe and trepidation and wonder, "When will it end?"
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Well, not next year. Already slated for grand openings in January of 2000, and jostling for a place in San Francisco's rich culinary history, are Ana Mandara, Ponzu, Chaya Brasserie, Dragon Well, Chez Nous, and Ruby Skye. And these are just in the first half of the month. Eating out is definitely the fastest-growing low-tech ticket.
Condolences to contenders that closed this year, congratulations to new favorites that opened in 1999 and stayed open, best of luck to our friends with new projects taking off in the year 2000, and -- to those dreamers with a great concept in mind that will revolutionize dining out -- I hope all your dreams come true. Just be sure to save Harry a nice table, 'K?
Thanks for the Memories
I hate to sound like a teary starlet accepting her Oscar, but I would like to thank all of my trusty informants for a year's worth of kitchen gossip. Especially those naughty little publicists trying all manner of yoga poses simply to plant certain tidbits in my ear ... Tom Walton, Susie Biehler & Co., and Eleanor Bertino know what I'm talking about. If you're wondering what high-priced PR has to do with the food biz, tune in to this space next year for a stunning -- well, at least informative -- exposé.
Over and Out
Harry's signing off now. Gotta check my cooler full of osetra and Grande Dame before I unplug the workstation, pull on the slippers, and hunker down for a nice candlelit New Year's with my baby. Hopefully the transistor radio will be able to pull in all the stations playing "2000 zero zero party over, oops, out of time."
I'm sure whatever does happen, a couple of spicy Bloody Marys will take the sting off. See you next year.
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