The meal continued in the same vein. The French onion soup was barely warm and the broth one dimensional; the bavette steak with confit shallots and Bordelaise sauce ($23) was so tough we couldn’t eat it, and the lemon tart ($8) had a crust that tasted underbaked and raw. The waiter was also poorly educated about the menu and couldn’t answer questions about several dishes. She said she’d find out, but never did.
Meredith Brody, somewhat inspired by the Food Network Awards, experiments with sandwiches in North Beach. At Burgermeister, Brody gives the “useless” bun a thumbs down; as for the fancy Niman Ranch patty, it is “too obviously machine-formed and thin, not the chunky, hand-formed domed patty of backyard barbecue lore.” Across the street, Brody finds the lobster rolls at North Beach Lobster Shack to be excellent, along with just about everything else on the menu (except the crab cakes … oh the irony). [SF Weekly]
Rounding out Review Day: Paul Reidinger discovers testosterone at Scott Howard, Tablehopper goes gastropub at Salt House, Bar Bites gets buzzed at CAV Wine Bar, one Chowhound (and only one) likes Cafe Kati but all eGulleteers like Quince.