Tuesday, January 12, 2010

artisanal-ass bread

Blair Robertson reviewed Onespeed. I haven't encountered a wait yet, but I guess I will after this article. SacBee reviews still have the most clout in town. Well those and the ones in Inside East Sac. J.K. I have yet to try the pizza at Onespeed, but I love the small plates.

A side note about my weekend in the Stinson Beach Area, the local market there had Brickmaiden Bread, which is made at Point Reyes Station. It is some bomb wood-fire baked bread. It's chewy and smoky and outstanding. Read this fucking article! That is some artisanal-ass bread. It's good to know that there is a trust fund behind most interesting things.

9 comments:

beckler said...

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undercover caterer said...

I read the title as "ass bread". Which made me laugh. Is that funny or is it the Lortab?

Count Mockula said...

We've been to OneSpeed a few times, and we haven't encountered a wait either. However, my husband and I act like very, very old people, and we eat dinner around 5.

Anonymous said...

One Speed is not good pizza. I'd rather drink an "Ugg on the Beach".

The Armeniac said...

I had a terrible "chicken hash" at One Speed for bfast. It has a half inch of broth at the bottom, grisly chicken and no hash aspect at all. The owner said the broth at the bottom was a "little bit of jus". "Jus" and eggs don't mix in the morning, at least for me, especially when that jus is actually broth. That said, everybody else seemed to really enjoy waht they got and dinner there is boffo.

Anonymous said...

DP -- please retell the story of your dad getting you kicked out of that Japanese restaurant.

-- Patrone

Anonymous said...

I had slices of the two pizzas my kids ordered, and thought the crust was good. It's not Masullo good, but it's superior pizza.

I've waited 20-30 minutes almost every time I've gone there, but I've never understood why waiting a bit for good food ticks people off. Grabbing a drink at Hilltop is a good way to kill a half hour.

DKK

Snufkin said...

Mmm, bread from a wood burning oven is amazing. One of my neighbors when I was in Peace Corps used to ran a business out of his house (well, probably property) baking/selling wood oven bread. The best part is that you got it delivered to your house. Seriously, the family would load the batch up in his truck, and then they'd drive up and down the neighborhood honking. All you had to do was come out on to your porch and flag them down.

I usually bought more than one loaf because while I used it for making sandwiches, fresh hot bread (from that kind of oven) is just too good to resist. And any bread I've had ever since then, it's just not as good.

The Armeniac said...

So we go to an all you can eat japanese buffett down the street form our house, we went at least twice a month. A big banner on the front said "All you can eat lobster", this is the sole reason we went here, all you can eat lobster. Problem was they bring out one tray of lobster every 20 minutes. This was not all you can eat lobster, clearly. "All you can eat" lobster would be available at all times, according to my pop, not every 20 minutes. He had to keep getting up and checking to see if the lobster was there fr Christ sake. Eventually he had enough of the lack of all you can eat lobster, he demanded more lobster! Now! Insisting that they lied, " your muthafuckin' lying, scumbags!", the manager insisted they weren't lying, in fact the lobster was all you can eat, just every 20 minutes. Motherfuckin' scumbags!! The argumnet persisted for some time, niether side gaining the edge. Truthfully nobody wins at this place, it was awful, even the promised lobster was terrible. Not worth the epicly long wait. In any case, the owner comes out and again insists they are not lying motherfuckers, my father insisting they clearly were as evidenced by the lack of lobster on his plate. After about 5 minutes the owner kicked us out and told us never to come back, my father insisted he wouldn't and that they were "lying, muthafuckin scumbags". we left very much embarassed by the confrontation, but as my dad pointed out, they never charged us for the dinner! Suck it japanese buffett! We got yr $40!!
How's that Patrone?