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    Home » Thirsty Bear, SF - He Doesn't Like Anchovies? We're Doomed

    May 2006 Uncategorized

    Thirsty Bear, SF - He Doesn't Like Anchovies? We're Doomed

    thirsty bear, san francisco, ca - boquerones
    LAX to SFO, no. 2

    He lives in San Francisco. He is an attorney. He is young, hot, and knows how to use the paddle attachment.

    Unfortunately, he doesn’t like anchovies.

    Dealbreaker.

    Sorry, Jason. It will never work out between us.

    We were scheduled to meet up with Jason on Friday afternoon – Happy Hour after a nasty work week for him, refreshments after a nasty cow-scented drive for us. We needed only to say, “Let’s meet for drinks.” Where I usually start asking, “What kind of drinks – cocktails, or beer and wine? Food, too? What part of town?” we didn’t have to say anything else because Jason always takes care of everything. He’s like that. Jason takes care of everything.

    We called him from the I-580 as we were passing the mega fun-homeDIY-plexes of San Ramon. “We’re about 40 minutes away!” We called him from the Bay Bridge. “We’re crossing the Bay Bridge!” We called him from the hotel. “We’re at the hotel!” We called him on the walk over. “We’re almost there!” Jason didn’t need all the updates, but we were just, you know, excited.

    thirsty bear brewing company, san francisco, ca
    taken care of by the bear

    We were scheduled to meet at the Thirsty Bear because Jason always picks the perfect place. It’s near his office so he can walk, which he always does even though he has sweet ass attorney-afforded wheels. We walked from our hotel, which was “only five blocks.” I’d like to take a moment to mention that “only five blocks” is a phrase out of the mouth of Decepticons. It may look like it’s “only five blocks” on the map, but five blocks in San Francisco is 1) equivalent to about 25 normal blocks, depending on the direction, 2) 25 normal blocks feels like 47 miles for an LA girl like moi who drives three blocks to get pizza, and 3) very windy. Wear flats (thankfully, they’re back "in" this season!) and your hair pulled back in a ponytail.

    As long and marathon-like as the walk seemed, we arrived at the Thirsty Bear before Jason did. The restaurant looks small from the outside, but inside, the space is big and warehouse-like. The spacious front bar area spills past the glass-protected brewing contraptions into the regular dining room in the rear. The dining room was empty, but at 5:00 on a Friday afternoon, the tables in the bar area were full after we took the last available one toward the back. Stairs lead to a rec room upstairs, which was cordoned off for a “private party,” but since the bathrooms are upstairs, I suddenly had a Curious George-like urge to use the Ladies’ Room. It looked like either a happy hour gathering of co-workers from a small, young, web-related company. There's a pool table up there.

    thirsty bear breing com, san francisco, ca - the bar
    tap...tap...tap..goose!
    thirsty bear breing com, san francisco, ca - beer and cocktail
    beer for the monkey, cocktail for the lush

    Even if the Thirsty Bear did not have “Brewing Company” attached to its name, it would be very obvious that they are a beer place once you’re there. Aside from the silver mini-Strange Brew vats along one wall, Thirsty Bear’s beers are listed on chalkboards that create the top part of a frame around the actual bar, and there are sets of taps at regularly spaced intervals along the bartop. I left beer to the monkey, looked at the specialty cocktail menu out of habit, not true desire for whimsically named sugaar shakes, then ordered my first Citron/soda of the weekend.

    When Jason got there we started our study of the very straighforward menu of Spanish foods, heavily weighted toward tapas. There were a few ensaladas, a few heartier reciones, and a couple of paellas. I was interested in ordering everything.

    Now let me explain why I was extremely excited to try the food at Thirsty Bear. I had always been a grazer. Korean meals are made up of bahn-chan, or small side dishes to go with rice, so it was a style of eating I had grown up with. Even at non-Asian restaurants and meals, I never kept my fork to my own plate, and promiscuously reached across to dining companions’ plates to taste a little of this, a little of that. Dining out, I often found myself making meals of a couple or more appetizers, asking the server to space them out with my drinks, rather than ordering one large entree. While I was in college, the first seeds of my love affair with tapas were planted when, without ever having tasted a single bite of authentic Spanish tapas, I had read about the then soon-to-open Thirsty Bear and its menu of Spanish tapas, which after doing research, sounded like it had been made for my palate. Not only did the style of eating fall in line with my personal eating habits, but the flavors – pickled, brined, preserved, strong, garlic-heavy, oily, fishy – were like a Mediterranean version of Korean food. I couldn’t wait to try it.

    Then I graduated from Cal and moved to LA to chase my big dreams of big bucks in the consulting world before I had a chance with Thirsty Bear. That was a long time ago.

    I love tapas. There are some restaurants in LA that serve them (some better than others), and I have even made them at home for parties, but Thirsty Bear in San Francisco is like David the dark, brooding guitarist on whom I had a massive crush in high school. It’s that one that you never touched, but the idea of him is what started your weird “thing for” musically-inclined middle eastern guys that faded out after a couple of years when you discovered that your real “thing” is for sweet, soft, sensitive, nerdy white guys. Tapas, however, never faded out.

    thirsty bear breing com, san francisco, ca - aceitunas/olives
    glossy like polished stones
    thirsty bear breing com, san francisco, ca - boquero
nes/anchovies
    jason doesn't like anchovies

    Jason said “have to” for the aceitunas, and I said “have to” for boquerones. Jason said we could order the boquerones, but he wouldn’t eat the boquerones, kind of the way Kate Moss orders dessert, but won’t eat it (unless it’s dusted with powdered...never mind). I stopped. In fact, I think I might have *gasp!*ed. Jason doesn’t like anchovies?!?! How could this be? I don’t know a single food freak who doesn’t have love and appreciation for small, oily fish, and Jason is definitely Le Freak of Le Food! But more importantly, if he didn’t like anchovies, that meant...that was a clear sign...that was an omen...we were doomed. Jason and I would never be able to *ahem* you know. Jason and I would never be able to share in the pleasure of...eating anchovies together.

    Oh well.

    More for me!

    As is always the case, presentation affects my palate, and the glossy black and green olives piled high in a glazed ceramic dish looked like perfect little polished stones. They were unusually warm, which made their olive flavor really stand out, and salty, the perfect excuse to order another drink. The boquerones were fantastic. I did a Lindsay-on-Paris-and-vice-versa on the citrus and chive oil garnish, completely ignoring them and zeroing in on the beautifully shiny, silvery fish. They made me shiver in all their fishy stank.

    thirsty bear breing com, san francisco, ca - albondigas/meatballs
    meaty. earthy. meatballs.
    thirsty bear breing com, san francisco, ca - albondigas/meatball
    i only got one ball, but all the fish

    We also ordered albóndigas. The meatballs were tender, and unlike albondigas I’ve had that were in a lighter, tangier sauce that was overwhemlingly tomatoes, Thirsty Bear’s sauce was thick, dark, and laced with luscious mushrooms.

    thirsty bear, san francisco, ca - calamari
    pluck up the parsley

    We weren’t intending to eat a full-meal during the happiest hour on earth, which was a shame because I would have loved to try a number of things that I have attempted to make in the past. The tortilla espanola is something I’ve cooked before at home with nothing to which to compare my efforts. My tortilla espanola tasted great to me, but I still don’t know if it tasted right. The same is true for gambas al ajillo. Calamares fritos was our final choice, which is not very adventurous, but I certainly never mind ordering something that is very rarely, if ever, not good. The calamari were tender, the breading was thin and airy crisp, but the things I kept greedily plucking out for myself were the fried parsley. The only negative thing I can try to say about the calamares fritos is that it seemed like quite a large portion to be served as tapas. And that’s a stretch, just to find something negative.

    We had just gotten to San Francisco. We had a lot of trouble yet to cause, and anchovies doesn't even begin to describe it.

    Thirsty Bear Brewing Company
    661 Howard Street
    San Francisco, CA 94105
    415.974.0905
    www.thirstybear.com

    ** a year ago today, i am an asian fusion hypocrite, and we were The OC **

    tags :: food : and drink : spanish : tapas : restaurants : reviews : los angeles

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    1. Tokyoastrogirl says

      May 26, 2006 at 7:21 pm

      Although there is no post to accompany this photo and title, I agree with you. Whoever "he" is, if he doesn't like anchovies (or sardines) then it's most definitely DOOMED!! Guys come and go, but anchovies are forever.....right?

      Reply
    2. JR says

      May 28, 2006 at 11:37 pm

      Au contraire. I don't mind anchovies, but I want them mixed up in something, like the tapenade at Pastis or even in a Caesar dressing. Great whacking slabs of them, however, do not make me bounce up and down like it's Christmas morning.

      Reply
    3. Catherine says

      May 29, 2006 at 8:05 pm

      mmm...the boquerones look beautiful.

      i'm a big fan (literally & figuratively) of calamres fritos! except this season. according to my jean tight-o-meter i may have had one dozen too many helpings of those babies in my diet all last year.

      Reply
    4. Catherine says

      May 29, 2006 at 8:05 pm

      mmm...the boquerones look beautiful.

      i'm a big fan (literally & figuratively) of calamres fritos! except this season. according to my jean tight-o-meter i may have had one dozen too many helpings of those babies in my diet all last year.

      Reply
    5. Anonymous says

      February 03, 2008 at 10:03 am

      I'm with you bf! A man (or woman) who can't stand swallowing a salty (fishy)taste has no chance of lasting with me either. Eating anchovies or not are the measure of a man.

      ChovyChap 2008

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