Seconds, Please!

Small plates of complex ambition at a new restaurant and bar in the Tenderloin

The appellation "small plates" can cover a multitude of things, ranging from cocktail nibbles such as olives and nuts through miniature sandwiches (themselves covering a range, from bocadillos at tapas bars to sliders at sports bars) all the way up to dishes that are dollhouse-sized versions of complex creations we'd expect to see on fine-dining menus. And a small-plates establishment can feed a variety of hungers: Some items are great for accompanying beverages when your main objective is hanging out and knocking back a few (the reason tapas were invented, to quell pangs while drinking before the arrival of Spain's traditionally late dinner hour), while others can serve as a pleasant shared meal.

The most ambitious small plates can also be the most treacherous for a group of people: It's difficult to judiciously, conscientiously divide and conquer a dish that combines several elements such as the sauces and garnishes that dress the basic protein, veg, and starch. A plate of food that might delight one person can frustrate or confuse several.

That's how I felt about Brick, an ambitious small-plates restaurant and bar on the fringes of the Tenderloin that I first visited with uneven results a couple of months ago. There were four of us that first night, it was late after a movie, and I'd chosen Brick because it's one of the rare places that serves food until midnight.

The small tables are the place to be at Brick.
James Sanders
The small tables are the place to be at Brick.

Location Info


Brick Restaurant & Bar

1085 Sutter
San Francisco, CA 94109

Category: Restaurant > American

Region: Nob Hill/ Russian Hill/ Fisherman's Wharf



Open for dinner nightly from 5 p.m. to midnight (bar open until 2 a.m.). Reservations accepted. Wheelchair accessible. Parking: difficult. Muni: 2, 3, 4, 76. Noise level: moderate.

Tuna crudo $10

Wilted pea shoots $7

Seared watermelon salad $10

Scallops with corn and leeks $14

Ricotta gnocchi $9

Braised short ribs $15

White chocolate mousse $9

1085 Sutter (at Larkin)

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The soft light spilling onto the sidewalk from big plate-glass windows seemed inviting, and the place looked promising. There's a big bar taking up about a third of the room as you enter, with a generous seating area slightly elevated behind it, full of small wooden tables that went well with the exposed-brick wall that I assume gives the place its name. Brick didn't seem overly full in the dim light, but it turned out that almost all the tables were taken, at least the ones that would seat four. So we were led to the big communal family table in the back of the room, somewhat too wide and too high for our comfort. It was also too brightly lit, especially in contrast with the rest of the room.

Without much input from our server besides the usual "our food is designed to be shared" spiel, we assembled a collection of half a dozen somewhat disparate dishes: a couple of pastas, raw tuna, duck, scallops, wilted pea shoots. Here's where the small-plates idea goes bad for four people: It's often hard to divide items equitably, and if you're all hungry, you each get a bite or two. And at Brick, you're not getting straightforward Spanish tapas (olives, anchovies, mushrooms) or bar food (mini cheeseburgers, Buffalo wings) that are easy to share, but ambitious and complicated, arty dishes, featuring multiple ingredients and techniques. Chef Noah Tucker, whose resume includes stints with Michael Mina, describes his food as "modern American ... with international influences," which ranges from fettuccine amatriciana with guanciale to sourdough-crusted skate with veal jus and green tomatoes.

His food is — dare I say it — intellectual, somewhat in the tradition of push-the-envelope chefs like Ferran Adria or Wylie Dufresne. It seeks to add the shock of new textures or combinations to add to a dish's deliciousness, to make us think about what we're eating in a new way.

That night, Tucker's cuisine confused us. I knew that the tuna crudo, a carefully stacked small rectangle (built like a brick wall) of raw fish, pickled papaya, avocado, and sea beans, seasoned with kaffir lime and horseradish, was delicious, but it would have been messy to eat for one person, much less four people attacking it with forks (serving utensils were not provided; nor was bread, which would have been useful for sopping up sauces. When we asked for bread, none was available). Every item on the beautifully plated dishes needed to be sampled to make sense of the food; again, not easy when there are four forks involved. The gritty espresso salt, it was clear, was intended to cut through the sweetness of the scallops complemented with sweet fresh corn and leeks, and was successful, but it was difficult to make sense of the duck garnished with candied lemon, braised fennel, curried cauliflower, and blackberry jus.

Our two shared desserts left a bitter taste in my mouth, and not just metaphorically. One, called "coffee and toast," a takeoff on Thomas Keller's famed "coffee and doughnuts," featured a molé pot de crème that proved to be something of an acquired taste, and not sufficiently sweetened and balanced by its accompaniment of cinnamon bread pudding disguised as toast. And the single-cheese plate we ordered should never have come out of the kitchen: Its fancy garnishes, including clumps of fennel pollen, couldn't disguise the fact that the main ingredient was past its prime. (And I like stinky cheese.)

The second meal? Night and day, and not just because my friend Peter and I were eating early and seated at a comfortable window table with plenty of natural light. Again we had to request serving utensils and bread (and there was bread to be had, this time), but we started with two excellent dishes, easy to share: a sparkling, colorful, full-flavored chopped salad of seared watermelon, red peppers, purple onions, olives, and shredded white cheddar (Peter questioned the cheese, but I liked it), and tiny ricotta gnocchi in a mild pesto sauce (good for sopping) on a bed of crunchy fennel salad.

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