- 整體 1
- 食物 1
- 服務 2
- 氛圍 5
My day started with yearly cleaning of emails, what ever happened to never delete anyway? And then old contacts, several San Francisco Chefs who have moved to other cities, I'm sure they dumped their old 415 years ago. I did save some.
And looking forward to our dinner at Executive Chef Mina Habil's new place, Catch, I never met them, nor was I part of their soft opening or tastings. I run San Francisco Foodies and one of our members wanted to go here, she said it brought back memories of the best of San Francisco.
Personally, the best seafood in San Francisco was Aqua, one of the restaurants that brought Michelin to the US and California, so I've heard tell. But Aqua is dead. Spoiler alert, Catch never was Aqua, and like Aqua's three stars, never ever will be.
Walking into Catch was like a blast from the 2000s, and then staring at our AIDS Memorial Quilt hanging in such a way to never be viewed, brought me back to 1980s, getting phone calls from gay men in the Castro being 'unhoused' coming back from a doctor's appointment to their Landlord showing their Apartment to prospective tenants, or from a short hospital stay and their belongings in the street a new person living in the apartment... (well that was NYC). Most were shorter, most I couldn't help, they only called when they ran out of all of their other solutions anyway... victories were few, but living so far away I never celebrated. Calls stopped, not because of new meds, cocktails or San Francisco providing better protection.
I pondered the wisdom of putting this in a place where only straight people will see, I can't imagine a gay man eating here.
To imagine Catch's menu, walk down the aisle of Costco or Safeway (more gay men can be found a few blocks away there). With a few french words (lowercase intentional).
San Francisco Foodies filled a table for eight in an empty dining room. Their print paintings and striped walls and dark lighting help conceal how empty it was, every chair movement, footfall