Showing posts with label SOMA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SOMA. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Super Supperclub

The moody ambience at Supperclub San Francisco

Who
: VN Editorial Director Aurelia d'Andrea
What: A night of food, drink, and entertainment galore
When: Wednesday, February 25
Where: Supperclub San Francisco in SF's SoMa district
Why: To experience this global-dining phenomenon's take on "vegetarian week"

The Scoop: If you thought the only perks for staffers here at VegNews were the daily vegan lunches, that's where you'd be wrong. There's also this little thing called "vegan dinner," and sometimes, this event takes place at a swank nightclub where opera singers and burlesque dancers provide the entertainment while one dines, Roman style, in full loungey-relax mode. Sound intriguing? It was!

My date and I arrived in time to partake in the pre-dinner Champagne-and-mingle festivities in the restaurant's sparkly red and black bar. Across the room I spotted Darryl Cohen, who publishes Foodism magazine. The last time we crossed paths was at the Slow Food Nation event last summer, where we sat next to one another during a "Climate Change and Food" panel discussion. Small world! After chit-chatting a bit, we were ushered into the ultra-mod dining room for the main event.

We scooched in to our small table, adorned with votive candles and a carrot bouquet where one might expect flowers, were promptly served a most-welcome glass of vino, and before we knew it, the entertainment segment of the evening began.

From the dining-room's elevated catwalk, a lovely vision with a voice to match descended: an opera singer, wearing a bosom-hugging ball gown, singing something lovely and recognizable (but unnamable by this opera novice). So perfect was this woman's voice that my companion and I each thought we were watching a lip-synching performance. Not so! The performers at Supperclub—from the opera divas to the airborn contortionists—are top-notch and très authentique.

Our first course was delivered in an unorthodox fashion: in a skillet, meant to be consumed a deux, directly from the pan. Hmm ... interesting. The lighting was so dim that it was hard to see what all we were eating, but it tasted pretty darn good and consisted primarily of fried mushrooms.

When the second course arrived, we weren't sure whether we were supposed to share or not; turns out the enormous bowls of carrot bisque were intended to be consumed exclusively by one diner, so we followed directions and sipped every last drop.


A waitress at Supperclub San Francisco spreading the vegan message

While we waited for the main course to arrive, we were treated to the aerial acrobatics of two daring performers who hovered above the dining room in a strange ballet that combined the most exciting elements you'd find at any Cirque du Soleil performance. Frankly, it was a bit frightening; the last thing you want is to lose your appetite watching a person (or two) plummet to earth before you've had a chance to dig in to the main course.

Presented on a long, rectangular plate, the main course looked as impressive as it tasted: Savory braised tofu, perfectly-cooked onion, bok choy, and fennel, all held together beneath a lip-smacking veil of deliciously salty sauce ... Yum! But hold on here. There's no time to focus on food when a male burlesque dancer is vying for your attention. Good lord!

Between the fishnet-and-top hat wearing burlesque boy and dessert (vegan chocolate mousse), we were treated to one last performance, this time by a blue bunny-suited fellow in six-inch lucite heels who sang, danced, and "interacted" with the audience in ways that cannot be described here. Risque? Yes, ma'am! But was it fun? Yessiree.

If the idea of feasting and funning it up simultaneously sounds like your cup of tea, you won't want to miss Supperclub's next "vegetarian week" which is tentatively slated for later this spring in San Francisco. Just beware the blue bunny!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Golden Ray

Who: VN editorial assistant Stacy Blondin + VN office manager Lyndsay Orwig
What
: Delightful dinner + Amy Ray Concert
When: Saturday, January 31, 2009
Where: Golden Era Restaurant + Slim’s night club
Why: Scents, sights, and sounds of the city

The Scoop: Ready to reign the bike-friendly streets of San Francisco, Lyndsay and I sported our hip helmets, lovely locks, and brightly blinking lights all across the city for a night out on the town. We said farewell to our frizz-free, carefully combed tresses as we sped from the Sunset to the Richmond to the SOMA district and back, making two noteworthy stops along the way: one tasty and the other tuneful. 

First things first: food. We both brought biking-boosted appetites to a produce-packed Vietnamese paradise, aka Golden Era. Their magnificent menu listed a long line-up completely free of meat, poultry, fish, egg, and MSG—which, conveniently, are all things we try our very best to avoid. Lyndsay started off with a scrumptious Steamed Veggie Bun stuffed with veggies followed by a main course of Lemon Chicken over rice. Meanwhile, I warmed up with the Thai Cucumber Salad and finished off with a heaping mound of the Mixed Vegetable Tofu, which consisted of a bright combination of broccoli, carrots, bok choy, cabbage, and snow peas stir-fried with brilliantly braised tofu. What more could a veggie-lover ask for? Disappointedly too full for dessert, the only thing that came to mind was the bill.

Golden Era's Cucumber Salad and Steamed Veggie Bun

Second things second: sound. For the next episode we cruised South of Market to Slim’s live music nightclub to take in a stop on Indigo Girl Amy Ray's solo tour. More familiar with her worldwide activism than acoustics, we were excited to tune into her musical work. After claiming our tickets and signing every Amnesty International petition possible, we were right on time for the 9pm start. Guest openers Arizona and Slackluster got the party started with their original songs; the latter, in particular, lacked anything but luster. By the time Ms. Ray made her way on stage, well into the 24th hour of the day—and way beyond my 10pm bed time—our feet were sore and so were my innocent ears. We stayed for the first several songs, and wished we'd had the energy for more. One thing's for sure, though: we certainly hope this gal and her Indigo pal keep "Rockin' in the Free World." 

Lyndsay and me, all smiles at Slim's

With just about every one of our five senses satisfied, we departed. Still full from our first Golden Era feast, we boarded our bikes for the journey home, laudable lyrics lighting the way.