Plus the Lucky Penny is seriously closing this time, Thrillist inveighs against In-N-Out's fries, and the Mast Brothers Chocolate scandal continues.
[jump] Hog & Rocks' New Brunch
Pierre Tumlin has taken over the House That Robin Song Built, and Hog & Rocks' new brunch menu is stellar. With dollar oysters — Saturday's crustacean was the mineral-y Hammersley — and Hungry Human-esque dishes like the H&R Breakfast (eggs, merguez sausage, bacon, home fries, toast, $16) and a chicken-and-waffle ($15) breaded so that crumbly bits add some savory to the syrupy waffle, it's clear that changing chefs has maintained the soul of the place. There are new cocktails, too, including the spectacularly named Vodka Pays the Bills (vodka, St. Germain elderflower liqueur, pomegranate, and lemon).
Hog & Rocks, 3431 19th St., 415-550-8627 or hogandrocks.com
The Lucky Penny Is Gone-zo (As of This Week)
According to Hoodline's Nuala Sawyer, Laurel Heights diner The Lucky Penny is shutting its doors forever on Xmas Eve. Ever a font of tearful sentiment, one grizzled-sounding waitress said, “We'll stay open until Thursday if we have enough food left.”
The Washington Post says S.F. is the No. 2 Food City
Portland is no. 1. WaPo critic Tom Sietsema calls out Chez Panisse, Quince, Tadich Grill (which was supposed to open a location in D.C. right before that racism-in-the-family scandalette), the Ferry Building, and the (ahem) “Twitter Market.” Sietsema writes, “You have to appreciate a city where even airport concessions are the envy of much of the rest of the country.”
Thrillist Calls In-N-Out's Fries “Stiff and Cold and Devoid of the Lush, Velvety Texture of Your Craveable Contemporaries.”
Why are they so terrible, asks Thrillist, calling them “unworthy of the condiment”? (Are they? I kind of like In-N-Out fries. They're different.) But I know people have feelings.
Mast Brothers Fallout Continues
The fascinating story of Mast Brothers' Chocolate and how it's supposedly full of shit continued to unfold over the weekend. The New York Times, gleefully holding up a mirror to Brooklyn hipster culture and watching all its empty signifiers burst into flames, gives Rick Mast room for a rebuttal of sorts: ““To be boiled down to how you dress or how you wear your beard, or where you live — I think it’s a distraction,” he said. “Our chocolate is our No. 1 focus.” Still, the Times notes, “Twitter seethed with hipster schadenfreude” over this “hipster ouroboros.”