Talkin' Trash

I'm home now - in New York, safe 'n sound. Actually, I made sure to jet back from SF on the Friday night "red-eye," in order to make it back in time for my friend Maureen's White Trash Party. And, even in my post-flight, Ambien-riddled state, I could appreciate the dining dichotomy that 24-hours wrought:

Friday -

* Nibbling at San Francisco's lauded dim sum haunt Yank Sing. Overall, I must say that I've had dim sum that was just as good - if not better - in Philadelphia's Chinatown (of all places!), but I was quite enchanted with their Lobster Dumplings, hand-fashioned to resemble the clawed-critters, filled with fresh lobster meat and Chinese broccoli, topped with tobiko roe.

* Sinking into rich "Corinthian" leather chairs in the Four Season's Seasons Bar for a friendly business meeting over a refreshing conconction called a Mulligan - composed of iced tea, lemonade, citrus vodka and a float of Grand Marnier.

* A couple of sundry tapas at Piperade Chef Gerald Hirigoyen's new casual spot Bocadillos. (Liked the Fried Sardines, but was underwhelmed by the overwhelmingly odd Sushi Roll Stuffed with Foie Gras and Mango, surrounded by Serrano Ham and drizzled with aged Balsamic Vinegar.)

*Reveling in a sweet, refreshingly minty, cocktail at a crowded private party hosted in the former home of Diego Rivera and Frida Kaihlo - Sipping the potent drink slowly, standing on the sizeable outdoor landing, in the shadow of the Transamerica Building.

Saturday -

* Picking up WisPride Cheese Spread and Boursin (figured this was an upscale choice in the trash milieu), along with Ritz Crackers (how ritzy can you get?), for my contribution to the fete. Tried to locate spray cheese in a can, but was informed by two of my local supermarkets that they don't carry it. (In comparison they did offer at least 6 types of goat cheese!)

* Tasting my first White Castle Hamburger at the party. Eating a second just to reassure myself that "it is that bad." It is.

* Enjoying a ladleful of Frito pie. The corn chips did, in fact, stay miraculously crunchy - even under the weight and mush of the chili.

* Throwing back a glass of Prosecco. (C'mon - I'm the VittlesVamp, after all! Did you expect me to actually drink one of those PBR's in the cooler?)

Comments

[Bunnyface]

Dear VV,

Your search for the canned cheese for the trash party brought back hilarious memories because they actually served that on crackers during a tour I took in Nashville, TN recently. I thought you would enjoy a review of this unique tour company.

Your blog always brightens my day.

Bunnyface

Forget the stars' homes. For a fun and campy tour of Nashville aboard a gaudy pink bus, try Nash Trash Tours (tel. 800/342-2132 or 615/226-7300; www.nashtrash.com), narrated by the spandex-clad "Jugg" sisters. Sheri Lynn and Brenda Kay dish the dirt on all your favorite country stars. Throw in a few risqu

[Dr. Biggles]

Hey, did you make it down to the Ferry Building? Farmer's Market?

I waved from across the bay, did you see me?