Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Challenge: Super Burrito to the Rescue

Any real San Franciscan can tell you that for the best tacos in the city, you go to La Taqueria, but for the best burritos, you have to go to El Farolito. Neither one is a classy joint. But El Farolito is by far the less classy of the two.

And now I give you a photo of my brother Jason eating a super carne asada, number 75 on 7x7's Big Eat. Look! An authentic bearded hipster eating an authentic Mexican burrito!


Jason! Jason! How is it? 

"Super."


The finer points of an El Farolito burrito: It's hefty. You'll need both hands. The tortilla is magnificently, tooth-sinkingly soft. And then there are all kinds of big glops of things inside. Plenty of cream, and cheese, and red flecks of salsa and chile floating around. You'll encounter the occasional slice of buttery avocado. Please note: We're not talking carefully balanced. Stephen was annoyed that all his steak landed on one side, and all his beans to the other. "Smush it! Re-smush it!" we advised. In the realm of big beefy burritos, you gotta do what you gotta do.


Picture overhead lighting, questionably clean linoleum tables, the finest jams Mexican radio can provide, and a line of chatty twenty-somethings pushing eagerly through the door.


My personal recommendation: It's best to go when you're incredibly famished or incredibly drunk or, preferably, both.

Monday, September 9, 2013

7 Unsung Achievements of Recent Grad Life

Hey guys, guess what? It's coming up on 5 years since I was in college! What's that you say? I look too young and fabulous to be in my upper 20s? I know. That's what I tell myself every morning while I'm brushing my teeth.

I don't know if you've been on a little website called Facebook lately, but there seems to be a bit of gloating going on. I feel like my newsfeed is jam-packed with grad school announcements and wedding photos (and we all know the babies are coming). If you're into the whole overachieving at life thing, that's cool. But can I just say, there are some things that I'm really proud of from the past 5 years that nobody seems to be talking about. Here's my list of achievements as a recent grad. If you've tackled any of these and lived to see the other side, allow me to be the first to say: I applaud you.

1.) You took an unpaid internship, made yourself indispensable, and clawed your way into a job.

I did this with a publishing job, but my favorite example is actually my brother Jason. He was on a team of interns for a television studio in New York. One of the producers called all of the interns in for a meeting. They needed some footage of empty city streets, and had arranged for someone to ride around on a garbage truck at 5 in the morning. Did anybody want to do it? All of the interns shuffled their feet. Except for Jason. He stepped forward, raised his hand, and said, "I want to do it. I want to ride the garbage truck." A few months later, when the internship ended, guess who landed himself a job. Jason, you're awesome. Also, that's going to be a great scene in the movie of your life. (Cut to Jason, bearded and bespectacled, hanging off a garbage truck with one elbow, camera in hand, grinning in the grey morning light. For soundtrack, I'm thinking something along the lines of "Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard.")

2.) You decided not to go to medical school, law school, or business school. 

If medicine, law, or business are things that you're actually passionate about and have always dreamed of doing since you were 6 years old, that's awesome, and all the more power to you. I'm sure you're working very hard, and I sincerely believe you deserve all of the cheerleading that your family and friends are doing for you. (You took the GMAT! You got into Harvard! You graduated! You got your residency! Woo!) Personally, if I had become a management consultant, I know my 6-year-old self would be really disappointed. She would think it was way cooler to make cookbooks. On my better days, I still tend to agree with her.

3.) You got laid off, you dusted yourself off, and you got another job.

Getting laid off last year was the hardest time I've ever gone through in my life. Let me amend that by saying I fully recognize that means I've led a very privileged life up until now. I was born with the kind of brain that excels at standardized testing, I had the good fortune to get into incredible schools, and I have a family that could afford them. But can I just say, getting laid off is a bitch. There are many not-fun things that I won't enumerate, but honestly, the worst was the tailspin of self doubt. I would panic at cocktail parties that someone would ask, "What do you do?" It had never seemed like such an existential question before. And while there are many artful answers: "I'm freelancing!" or "I'm an editor!" or "I'm between jobs at the moment!" I couldn't stomach any of them. In my heart of hearts, I knew them and felt them to be a sham. I would have to say, "Nothing." I do nothing. I felt like I had to get a job immediately, just to prove to everyone that this was some kind of horrible mistake, that I wasn't really meant to be this worthless person. Of course I did get another job and got back on the horse. Also, my friend Karen and I now have a really great screenplay idea for a rom com about self-loathing unemployed girls. So there's always that.

4.) You pay your own bills and you bought your own car.

This is a hard one, and I know we're not all there yet. So many of my friends and fellow graduates are still living, at least partially, off a parent-funded credit card. Seriously, no judgment. The economy is the pits, and things don't always go as we planned, hoped, or dreamed. But can I just say, I bought myself a car, and it may be a hot freaking mess, but you know what my favorite part about it is? I paid for it myself.

5.) You made a real-life friend outside of your college network.

I remember the first friend I made who wasn't a Stanford kid (or a work friend, who don't really count). It was really exciting. It was my friend Carlie from my French class, and we're still friends, and she's super cool. When we exchanged phone numbers and last names and everything, I remember thinking, oh my God, this is really happening. I texted like ten of my Stanford friends, and was like, "Guys, I made a non-Stanford friend!" And they were all like, "That's awesome!!"

6.) You moved in with your boyfriend or girlfriend.

If your mom is anything like mine, she might not have been thrilled about this. (My mom's a really polite and diplomatic person, so it wasn't a big deal, but I knew.) But going on 5 years now, Stephen is still the best roommate I've ever had. If you're making the same decision, and no one's said it yet, I want to tell you: That's wonderful. I hope you're kind to each other, I hope you still make time for your own friends and interests, and I hope you have a blast. Incidentally, I also hope that when people start asking you how soon you're getting married, you tell them to take a long walk off a short dock.

7.) You learned something new, not because you had to, but just because you love it.

My French class is the best part of my week. No contest. I have no good reason for spending my time, money, and effort on it, and I love it so very, very much.

What have you achieved since graduation that you're quietly, privately proud of?

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Citizen's Band: Serious Mac

Can we talk about mac and cheese for a second?



At the number two spot on the 7x7's Big Eat, Citizen's Band is throwing it down with a crispy slab o' macaroni, ooey gooey cheese sauce, and a golden pile of onion rings on top. It's like the pinnacle of mac-and-cheese achievement. It's enough to make your heart stop (almost literally).



This upscale diner (whatever that means) is very hipster and buried in the nether regions of SoMa. They're also serving up burgers, poutine, and fried chicken, as well as the obligatory kale salad, if you're feeling repentant. But please don't repent. Just go big and go for the mac.