Well indeed I did.
But first, a digression. To another city.
They used to have this joke about the “Indian Row” on 6th Street in Manhattan that there were dozens of restaurants on the block but one central kitchen, hidden, that connected them all. This was a way of saying—there’s nothing special about this tourist-lure of bustling and popular 6th Street, the Little Italy of its culinary persuasion, a place for the rubes.
But there were of course places that stood out on 6th Street in the East Village—just like there were other sadsack curry shacks that always seemed to get the leftover crowd, if any. After awhile, you’d sort of pick one and that would be the regular. Mine was a place that had the spiciest, cleanest vindaloo I’ve ever had, and I once saw John Malkovitch bang his head on the ceiling there. Tall man. I can’t remember the name of the restaurant—but man, that was some memorably spicy vindaloo. And that dude had a huge head, too.
Competing vindaloos is not a problem or even an issue in Marin City. It’s not even worth talking about. Because BBQ ’N’ Curry House is not only the only Indian restaurant in this town, it’s the…well, under some definitions of the word, you might have some trouble rolling the word “restaurant” off of your tongue to describe the…hmm…the culinary scene that is Marin City.
OK, Outback Steakhouse. Technically, yes, you are a restaurant. I’ve yet to sample your wares, but I have been known to drop in at your cohort Applebee’s on occasion—and indeed you might call me a TGIF’s man from back in the day. I got no gripe with you. So OK. Two restaurants.
Oh, and I’ll eat some of that Panda Express super-gloop Chinese in the Marin City shopping center. Next time. Sure, you can be a restaurant too, ya cute little cuddly bear.
But that other place in the shopping, with the burgers, and the crown? Love those flame-broiled fumes in the Gateway parking lot, but that stuff can’t be good for you? Can it?
So yes, BBQ ’N’ Curry house on a Saturday in Marin City, on a journey between here and there, waiting for the man—actually, the bus.
And yes, the vindaloo, always the vindaloo curry. The platter arrived with chunks of potato, a pair of moist and currified drumsticks and some boney thigh on which to chew. The curry was earthy and spicy but not nuclear, a little on the thick side and with an undercurrent tomato tone that stayed around awhile.
A Frisbee of crunchy-chewy garlic na’an played the role of sauce clean-up crew—and if you asked me to pick favorites, I’d give the nod to the na’an. The menu’s got all the Indian usuals—biryani to tandoori and beyond—and salmon pakora is at the top of the to-order list next time.
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The annual Taste of Petaluma draws about 1,000 curious diners to the city of butter and eggs, and this year is primed to be the largest in the event's history, says organizer Laura Sunday.
“This year we have the most restaurants ever participating,” she says during a preview tour last week. Over 100 different participants will be offering food at over 50 locations in downtown Petaluma this year, with options ranging from high-end steakhouse cuisine to traditional diner fare.
Seared Steakhouse is celebrating its one-year-anniversary this year, after taking over the former Graziano's space downtown. Their offering is a surf and turf of South American-style ceviche on a tortilla chip and Asian-style Wagyu new york served rare on a house made potato chip. The beef is more like land sushi, melting in the mouth like it's made of butter.
I got the news through social media in the late afternoon, Monday Aug. 11. Comedian and actor Robin Williams was dead, an apparent suicide in his home in Tiburon. I was stunned, devastated. It seems odd to say I felt devastated by the passing of someone I’ve never met, never seen in person. But, that’s the only word that came across, devastated. I cried most of the next two hours, feeling sad not only for the loss which robbed us of the funniest man of the last half century, but also for the pain that Williams must have felt, the darkness he must have been surrounded in, that he would risk oblivion to escape it.
Yet, I asked myself, why am I feeling this? Why does this one hurt so much? 2014 has been a dreadful year for celebrity passings, but this wasn’t just a celebrity. This was Robin Williams, and he was like family.
I was born in 1983. By then the TV series “Mork & Mindy” was already in re-runs, and Williams was emerging as a movie star. I remember as a young child watching Williams’ manic Mork bounce around the TV screen, a cartoon character come to life. There was nothing else like him. He radiated energy of pure joy. I can remember thinking he was so child-like it was as if we were already friends. I remember my parents laughing too.
Through the years, Williams was a brother who cracked jokes with you, a cousin who lead you on adventures through neverland and Arabian nights alike. His rapid delivery and stream of conscious conversations on late night talk shows really did make him seem otherworldly, and his endless energy always felt like it was transferring, through the screen, into a part of me. He inspired so many, lifted so many people across the world with that energy.
By the time I was a teen and Williams was still doing family movies, I guess I left the imaginary childhood friend behind. Then I began to see his other work, films like Awakenings, and then in 1997, Good Will Hunting, for which he won an Academy Award. He was such a true talent, pouring out that same boundless love in dramatic fashion as well.
A lot of the outpouring of love I’ve read over the last day has been stories of brief encounters that people had with the man over the years. How a simple 10-minute conversation or even a wave has changed people forever. I wish that universal love could have saved him, convinced him to go on. In my grief, I feel responsible somehow, like I should have done something, been there for him somehow.
If you know of anyone in your life suffering through sadness or depression, call them. Tell them how much they mean to you. Tell everyone. If this tragic passing can serve as anything, it should be a wake up call that depression is real, it kills, and it’s not going away if we ignore it. If you are struggling with depression yourself, there is help. The North Bay Suicide Prevention Hotline is open 24 hours, 7 days a week at 855.587.6373. Please call.
Heritage Fire by Cochon 555, the Valley’s premier hyper-local, whole animal live-fire outdoor food and wine event, returned this last weekend to Napa’s Charles Krug Winery in St. Helena. A cavalcade of roasted meats was on hand, and renowned local restaurants from Ad Hoc to Zazu dished out succulent treats on small plates. Wineries from around the Valley accompanied the culinary outpouring, themselves pouring generous tastings of their seasonal varieties, often offering a white or red, depending on your palate.
Really, though, this event was all about the meat. A line of open fire pits snaked across the back row, next to Krug’s grape vines. Whole pigs, ducks, rabbits, even seafood was laid out on grilling racks. The diverse array of edible options began with sliced salamis and pates. There were even scrumptious donut holes with foie gras inside, maybe the tastiest dessert at the event. The main dishes were all incredibly imaginative. The Beef Cheek Carnitas with pork belly and avocado salsa was a melt-in-your-mouth experience. Peking Guinea Hen wrapped in a steamed bun was served with Kim chi for an Asian influenced dish. Whole roasted rabbit was served along side a bunny bratwurst hotdog in a bun for a most traditional American experience.
New this year were seminars hosted in the carriage house at Krug, with presentations on fire and cheese, and a preview of the Food First series debuting on PBS in September. Also new this year was the Chef’s Pantry, an open market where the local producers and farmers that these Chefs depend on had their goods available to the public. Lastly, he Pop-up butcher shop was offering five pound steaks at a hundred bucks a pop when I walked by, tempting to say the least. All in all, it was a perfect day of fire and meat under the big oak trees.
For the last eight years, photographer Penny Wolin has traveled the United States documenting and interviewing other American photographers of Jewish ancestry, chronicling the culture and different artists’ reactions to their heritage. Her previous photo documentary on the subject, The Jews of Wyoming, exhibited solo at the Smithsonian Institution, and now Wolin has a new project that she will be discussing and previewing called Descendants of Light. Wolin examined the works of photographers like Annie Leibovitz and Joel Meyerowitz, and a selection of Wolin’s photos and her new book will be on display when she gives a special arts lecture on Saturday, Aug. 2, at Calabi Gallery, 456 10th St., Santa Rosa. 6pm. Free. 707.781.7070.
The service union Unite-Here announced yesterday that workers at the Graton Casino had voted to unionize.
About 600 janitors, cooks, waiters and gaming workers will come under the Unite-Here umbrella after a two-day vote in mid-June that saw over 70 percent of affected workers vote in favor of unionization.
The union will now negotiate a collective-bargaining contract with the developer and operator, Station Casinos. The casino is owned by the Graton Federated Tribes, which had an agreement with Unite-Here to let a union vote go forward without interference from management.
The vote was held in a casino meeting room rented by the union.
In a statement, Wei-Ling Huber, President of Unite-Here local 2850 says the tribe has “been committed from day one to operating a casino where workers have the freedom to decide about union representation without interference.”
The Las Vegas-based Station Casinos opened Graton Casino in 2013.
The California Department of Fish and Wildlife made the official amphibian proclamation July 15. “By declaring the California red-legged frog the official state amphibian of California, the Legislature and Governor acknowledge the species’ important place in the ecology, culture and history of California. It also broadcasts and reinforces the state’s commitment to protecting its rare resources, which include amphibians.”
It's listed as a threatened species, and almost canceled a fishing derby in Rohnert Park one year. But in the North Bay, there's another threatened amphibian that makes more headlines: the tiger salamander.
This dark, brightly-spotted creature can grow to about eight inches in length and can grow construction costs exponentially. The development community is well aware of this, as is the anti-development community—the poor little salamander is trotted out like a mouse in an elephant pen every time new development with big-box stores is proposed. Sonoma County is aware of this as well, as evidenced in an update about the proposed Moorland community park presented to the board of supervisors in March.
The park recently received a $471,000 state grant, but is seeking at least $1 million more in grant funds, and will need to match all those funds to complete the 4-acre park, officials estimate. Playgrounds, grass, goalposts and picnic tables all cost money, as does the property itself. But the California tiger salamander also costs money. “It is worth noting that the larger parcel has been identified as possible habitat for the California Tiger Salamander,” says the packet submitted to the board, “and it is anticipated that any type of development on that land will require mitigation with an estimated cost of $500,000.”
Looks like the red-legged frog gets the glory, but the tiger salamander gets the last laugh around these parts.
What a country we live in: In open-carry states, a mostly white group of chubby second amendment “gundamentalists” have taken to carrying actual assault weapons into retail and fast-food outlets with not much pushback from police, while in California, a 13-year-old Latino kid gets shot and killed by police while openly carrying a toy gun in a semi-rough Santa Rosa neighborhood. Meanwhile, there’s a school shooting practically every week—and thus the battle lines are drawn between arming everybody and, gee, how about some sane gun laws?
Indeed, the Andy Lopez shooting last October has highlighted numerous disconnects in how American society is utterly failing to deal with unpredictable and sometimes foolhardy behavior by teens, within a larger edgy framework of school shootings and in a country that has clearly gone quite nuts over gun rights.
Sonoma County District Attorney Jill Ravitch entered the firearms firestorm this week as she took a pass on charging Sonoma sheriff’s deputy Erick Gelhaus with any crime in connection with the fatal 2013 police shooting of Lopez, who was shot by Gelhaus, an Army veteran, while carrying a replica AK47 in broad daylight.
Against a backdrop of lone-nut school shootings by mostly young white men of a certain disposition (angry, weird and relatively well-off), and within the larger national argument over gun rights in open-carry states, the Lopez shooting flatly underscored the limits of gun possession as a means of self-expression—what’s good to go at a Target in Texas is a total no-go in a poor and Latino Santa Rosa neighborhood.
Ravitch’s decision came after months of speculation and angry charges leveled at her office that she was slow-rolling the investigation of the October shooting out of a concern for her June electoral prospects. Yet Ravitch made quick work of her opponents in winning another term as district attorney.
The 52-page public report issued by Ravitch sheds some light into the great lengths she went to investigate the shooting free of political pressure, no small feat in a city that has been on edge for months, with activists vociferously demanding justice for Lopez and criminal charges against Gelhaus.
There’s two rough through-lines animating the Ravitch report: It emphasizes the obvious tragedy of a young man’s death, and signals empathy by repeatedly calling him “Andy,” even as the report essentially lays out an argument that Lopez played a major role in the events that led to his death.
Did Lopez “deserve” to die for disobeying police orders to drop the fake weapon?
Of course not!
But numerous John and Jane Doe witnesses contacted by police and investigators after the shooting corroborated Gelhaus’ version of the incident—in particular, the critical moment where Gelhaus and his partner Michael Schemmel told Lopez, twice, to drop the weapon he was carrying.
Instead of complying with the police order, the report says Lopez inexplicably turned to face the officers, and that as he did so, the barrel of the replica weapon started to rise, as though Lopez was prepared to shoot at the police. Gelhaus said he feared for his life, his training kicked in, and he shot at the teen eight times, hitting him with seven bullets fired over about two seconds.
There were a couple other key junctures, Ravitch argues in the report, where the entire episode could have been defused without bodily injury or death:
One John Doe witness told police he had warned Lopez from his car, moments before the fatal encounter, to drop the weapon because the police were right behind him, in a marked cruiser. Lopez ignored him and continued walking down the street.
The Lopez friend who gave him the replica weapon, John Doe #2, worried that the orange plastic muzzle-tip wasn’t on the gun anymore—and says he warned his friend about it. According to the report, John Doe #2 told a police officer, “he felt responsible for Andy’s death because he allowed Andy to borrow the gun even though the orange tip of the barrel was broken off, making it look real, although he’d told his friend not to take it since it was broken.”
And, the report notes that Lopez’ judgment may have been impaired because of the marijuana he smoked within 90 minutes of getting shot.
But it’s also true that Lopez was simply victimized by a “wrong place, wrong time” set of social constructs now wrenching at the core of American society—in particular, the rise of the angry and armed young man hell-bent on some kind of justice against a world that done him wrong.
One of the investigators hired by Ravitch, William Lewinski, noted in the report, tellingly, that “it is unfortunate that the single largest threat facing police officers today and the highest demand for police training is responding to the threat of an active shooter. Law enforcement may be more aware today than [any] other time in history of the threat from the lone, young man with a gun or a knife.”
The study with Cornell and UCSF was published June 17, and revealed that Facebook alterned nearly 700,000 users' news feeds to see how they respond to a deluge of negativity. The study was authored by members of Facebook's core data science team, UCSF's Center for Tobacco Control Research and Education and Cornell's Communication and Information Science department.
The meat of the study can be found in these excerpts:
For people who had positive content reduced in their News Feed, a larger percentage of words in people’s status updates were negative and a smaller percentage were positive.