Christine and I usually visit San Francisco at least once a year for her work and every time we go, one of the first places we hit is the super cool Ferry Building Marketplace at the end of Market Street.

Housed inside the beautiful shell of the historic Ferry Building (which opened it’s doors in 1898), the marketplace can best be described as a gigantic indoor farmer’s market. With offices upstairs, the bustling lower level is home to some of the tastiest gourmet grub in the city.

Artisanal cheeses, chocolates, meats, tea, coffee, breads…there is nothing you can’t find at this place and if you are lucky enough to come on a Tuesday, Thursday or Saturday between the hours of 10:00AM and 2:00PM, you’ll find a real life farmer’s market camped outside the building as well. And, man alive, is that place amazing!

But even if you can’t make it for the outdoor farmer’s market, the permanent storefronts inside the Ferry Building will more than satisfy you. We’ve eaten at almost every joint in there and aside from the bland, totally overpriced Mexican food at Mijita, everything we’ve eaten there has been excellent.

That said, we are total creatures of habit and almost always eat at the same two places. First stop is usually Charlie Phan’s Out The Door. Located directly behind Phan’s already-legendary The Slanted Door, Out The Door has some of the best Vietnamese “street food” I’ve ever had. Soups, salads, spring rolls, out-of-this-world Vietnamese coffee, this place is probably one of my favorite restaurants of all time. Seriously good food!

And the meal we had the one time we actually managed to score a dinner reservation at The Slanted Door — which is usually booked months in advance — will go down in the record books as one of the finest meals I’ve ever had. I  kid you not, amigos, I have actually had dreams about their world-famous Chicken Claypot with caramel sauce, chilies and fresh ginger. DELICIOUS!

Our second favorite spot in the Ferry Building is Miette Patisserie home of awesome cookies, pastries and the second-best cupcakes in the city (right behind my all-time favorite, Kara’s Cupcakes!). But cookies and other baked yumminess aside, the thing that keeps Christine and I coming back year after year are Miette’s incredibly tasty Chocolate Pots de Creme. Holy crap, these things will totally change your life!

Served in a tiny glass jar (which you get to keep!) the chocolate pot is like the best pudding you ever had topped with a healthy dollop of dreamy, melt-in-your-mouth, creme fraiche. Yum!

And while we were a little sad to learn that they no longer uses the Miette logo glassware for the pots (which make rad tea light holders back home), as long as the chocolate keeps tasting this good, who really cares what it comes in?

Our two favorite stops aside, this past visit we decided to try something different for lunch. So, at the urging of Grandma Wendy, the four of us jumped into the long line outside Boccalone Salumeria to try their Food-Network-famous mortadella hot dogs. And, lemme tell ya, the sign out front, “tasty salted pig parts”, doesn’t even begin to describe how good this fancy hot dog was.

The sight, the smell, even the sound as it popped in your mouth when you bit into it, this was truly a weiner for the ages…delicious!

My only complaint about the Ferry Building Marketplace is the lack of parking. This was our first time driving to SF with Greta (we’re saving her first airplane trip till January!) and the parking really sucked. The dedicated lot they do have is very small and street parking is a nightmare. And when you do find street parking, it’s metered up the wazoo, so, bring your quarters!

Oh, and one more cool thing. The Ferry Building Marketplace has free WiFi, so, bring your laptop and sit a spell at one of the giant wooden tables facing the bay…the view is incredible!

Question of the Day – 13 July 2009
“What’s it ‘all about’ for you?” – Traci Toguchi

Something I’ve kept since last fall was a postcard-like business card I picked up while browsing through the Ferry Building Marketplace in San Francisco. It was from Recchiuti Confections: http://www.recchiuti.com. I held on to this because of the love apparent through this marketing piece and the intricate pieces of chocolate, and especially the owner’s quote:

“For me, it’s about making people happy and putting a smile on their face. Chocolate achieves it all… and then some.” – Michael Recchuiti

[As I type this, the line "what's it all about" from the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical, "Jesus Christ Superstar" song "I Don't Know How To Love Him" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bn7exBrCiUI fills my head...]

For someone that has spent my life “accomplishing” goals, yesterday affirmed what it’s “all about” for me. My nephew Mattie turned 5. I was blessed to have spent most of the day with him, his 1 year old sister and their parents. From accompanying him around the games for his first time at Dave & Busters, helping sing “Happy Birthday,” helping him read his new Clone Wars book and putting his Anakin Skywalker puzzle together, to helping him pronounce words in several bedtime story books.

When he hugged me, thanking me for spending the whole day with him on his birthday, I nearly lost it. My heart was filled with so much joy and gratitude, tears streamed down my face (something I didn’t let him notice).

What’s it “all about” for you?

Photo: Mattie and his birthday book by Traci Toguchi

I managed to get out of the Ferry Building with just a couple of packages of salami from Boccalone Salumeria (YUUUUMM!!), peaches from Frog Hollow (sweeeet!), Cocoa Nibs/Chocolate powder from Scharfenberger and macarons from Miette (crispy outside, chewy inside).

I ended up with only 6 pcs…it was pretty pricey for what it was at $18 for an assortment, otherwise I would’ve done a dozen. Go on Tuesday or Wednesday from 5 – 7pm and you can them for a buck each!

After strolling around downtown Napa we decided to come back to the Oxbow (well, for one, our car was here) to have dinner at the Wine Merchant. They’ve got the best Tomato Soup outside of Europe – thick, chunky and NON creamy! Our barkeep referred us to Bistro Jeanty for a creamy tomato soup that’s covered in puff pastry…anything in puff pastry can’t be bad, right???

Sadly, I never did find Andante Artisan Cheese but that’s just one more thing to anticipate for future trips!

Marina Greens; Click for a photos from this hike ...

Choose a day that isn’t too cold. Start the walk from  Ferry Plaza. If you start on a Saturday, you will be able to pick up your lunch from the Farmer’s market. When you are done exploring Ferry Plaza, start walking westwards and stay as close to the bay as possible. Many of these piers offer pedestrian walkways. The route is unmistakable, so there is little to no chance of getting lost. If you are planning on completing the hike, plan on walking about 10-12 miles and spending anywhere between 3-6 hours.

Here is what you will see on this hike – San Francisco skyline from several vista points, sailboats dotting the sea, yachts moored at the harbors, large container ships crossing underneath the Golden Gate bridge, kites doing acrobatic maneuvers by the marina, kids playing in big or small groups, people of all ages sunbathing or jogging, couples of all genders holding hands or kissing, buildings with military architecture – extensions of Presidio. In spring, you will see Crissy Field in a wildflower bloom.

Gas House Cove near Fort Mason

While walking by the Piers, peek into the offices located in the warehouse buildings. Many of them are inside shipping containers. Offices inside shipping containers inside warehouse buildings – the whole thing is begging to be transformed into an architectural haven. Some of the piers are weather beaten and add a bit of naturalness to the otherwise popular touristy spot.

I am glad that Musee Mecanique moved to Fisherman’s Wharf. Here it gets the number of visitors it deserves. Museums can sometimes exude the feeling of stillness and death. Not here, the cacophony of the coin operated toys keeps this place lively. And it is heartening to see that Wii and PlayStation haven’t taken the joy out of these old contraptions. The old juke boxes are delightful. Laffing sal, a toy of 1930s, is imposing from her pedestal, and scary when she laughs with her bosom threatening to suffocate you with its rhythmic upheavals. And don’t miss naughty Marietta on the hand cranked animated picture machine. Well, it is not too naughty really, not even by the standards of early 1900s, but is is something that Great Grandpa would have sneaked a peek at when no one was looking.

At the end of Hyde street, you can walk on to the wooden decks where sailboats are moored. This is the backside of the Fisherman’s Wharf, so the views are fantastic. Except for the moored boats and an occasional local walking his dog, it will be solitary. But not quiet – these decks creek and groan and wobble with the waves. If you want a cheap boat ride of the Bay, look out for individual boat owners on Jefferson between Taylor and Jones.

Sunbathing at Aquatic Park

At Aquatic Park, you will often see hardcore athletes in body suits, presumably keeping up with the swimming part of their triathlon practice. Where Van Ness meets McDowell, the road starts to climb upwards. It is start of Fort Mason. From the little height, the first view of the fort against the Golden Gate bridge is exciting. Sometimes, looking back you can catch a glimpse of the huge container ships against the C shaped walkway that marks the boundary of the aquatic park. When I see these container ships, I imagine Michael Palin running around, on the ship deck – these ships are not too different from the ones he went with in 1988 in “Around the world in 80 days”. Don’t miss the little gadget at the top of the hill from where you can see the sag of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Crissy Field is pride of San Franciscans – it is a wasteland turned into park. Sometimes it can be a bit too cold and often it is too crowded. If the wind doesn’t blow sand in your eyes, you will be able to see the native vegetation of San Francisco and walk all the way to Fort Point. Alternately, if you like rock climbing, you can step into Planet Granite for a few hours and enjoy their beautiful climbing walls for a very reasonable fee. Or watch pros doing so for free.

Tcho Chocolates

Somewhere along the walk, step into Tcho chocolate house, located at Pier 17, and enjoy a cup of Blue Bottle coffee with their delectable chocolates of single origin that taste of fruits and nuts.

For more photos of what you will see on this walk, click here.

Giveaway Winners!

Without further adieu, I would like to congratulate the following winners of the 3-month WW or WW Online membership:

Gandhi statue behind Ferry Plaza building

We found him last year, on Oct 3, 2007. We were killing some time at the Ferry Building. On a weekday, Ferry building still has a plenty to offer – Sur La Table for kitchen gadget lovers. and outposts of Acme bread and Cowgirl creamery artisan cheese shop, Recchiuti for chocolate lovers, and of course Slanted Door, the most famous Vietnamese restaurant in Bay Area. And, a beautiful view of the Bay – something that you can enjoy every day of the week.

We walked out on the deck to try and get some sun.  I think what first caught my attention was the wreath of flowers on his feet. There he was, large as life, high up on a pedestal. It took a few seconds before I actually believed my eyes. Of course, it was the day after October 2. And the flowers were courtesy The Consulate General of San Francisco.

Musicians on a market day

Now, if it was a San Francisco pioneer, it would be most appropriate. But an Indian hero? But there he is. He faces the bay bridge, on one side is the back entrance of Sur La Table,  and behind him is one of the tourist trap cruise ship ticketing office. He didn’t quite belong there. That is what I thought, until I visited Ferry building  on a Saturday morning. Every Saturday, come rain or shine, he has a large Farmer’s market gathered all around him – artisan breads, organic sprouts, heirloom fruits, fresh milled wheat, fair trade coffee… How charmingly appropriate for Gandhiji, the one who spun cotton on a wooden wheel and led India’s freedom struggle through non-violence.

There is a bit of controversy surrounding this statue. Some people don’t like the location (click here to read more) and have requested he be moved to an alternate site. Also, this statue was made possible by Gandhi Memorial Internation Foundation, an organization run by a fairly disreputable person. But, whenever we visit Ferry building, we visit him. Sometimes we sit underneath him, on the bench overlooking the bay and the bridge.  Sometimes we just stare up to him, glad that he is there. Granted that he is an odd site, but it would bother me more if he weren’t there anymore.

DEEP THOUGHTS ABOUT MINIVANS

AND DIM SUM FOR DUMMIES

By Your Faithful Automotive and Lifestyle Correspondent

Today’s question, class: Can Manolos survive the bailout? No, wait, that was yesterday’s question. Events are moving too fast for even the most alert Automotive and Lifestyle Correspondent.

Here’s today’s question: What is a minivan?

And its corollary: And when can one be considered “all new”? 

As well as the far more entertaining consideration: Can comedic irony thicker than 20-40 motor oil sell the concept of the tired and soundly mocked quarter-century-old minivan to a jaded demographic more attuned to the BMW 3 Series?

It was in search for answers to these vexing questions (and another somewhat less commerce-oriented reason) that I boarded a United Airlines commuter jet at Burbank’s Bob Hope Airport and flew to San Francisco to drive the new Volkswagen Routan. I always try to fly out of Burbank, if it makes any sense at all, since my home in the Hollywood Hills is an easy 20-minute drive away, and avoiding dreaded LAX is always a fine idea. But I have always flown Burbank to Oakland instead of SFO because fog often backs up SFO and can turn a 45-minute flight into a two-hour ground hold in Burbank. Besides, I could hop San Francisco’s wonderful BART subway system and arrive hassle-free on Market Street downtown.

What convinced me this time is that I could arrive and depart in the afternoon, after the highest danger of fog had passed, and also because BART finally had been extended to SFO. I also checked and United (actually United Express www.united.com, which is really SkyWest) now uses the Canadair commuter jet instead of those miserable propjets on the route.

However, I flew up a day early to meet with an old friend and longtime City-dweller (San Francisans are worse than Manhattanites in referring to their beloved metropolis as if it were the one and only “city” on the planet) to commiserate over an impending divorce. I hopped off BART www.bart.gov/guide/airport and strolled to the Hotel Union Square www.hotelunionsquare.com just up Powell Street from the trolley turnaround at Market. This is one of those renovated older hotels for which San Francisco is justly famed, part of the Personality Hotels group that includes popular and well-priced places to stay like the Diva and Metropolis, most close to Union Square in the heart of the city. My room, on the sixth floor at the backside of the hotel, away from the street and trolley noise, cost me $129 plus tax. Beat that, Kimpton Hotels.

Frankly, for the location and price, the room blew me away. The hotel had recently gone through an extensive renovation that while it did not speed up the very slow pair of elevators (I used the stairs, even from the sixth floor) had made the rooms both stylish and comfortable. Bathrooms were new, furniture was modern, the bed was king and posh, and the flat-screen TV hung on the wall was as good as you’d find in the Four Seasons. There were even a couple of free bottles of water. My only complaint: The unnecessarily complex and balky room telephone, which I never did figure out how to work; perhaps it’s a regional pride thing, the phone being a Cisco product. 

My friend and I arranged to hook up at 5 for drinks at Farallon, just off Union Square on Post. It was a short walk up Powell, with a stop at the gigantic DSW discount shoe store on the way. But when I got there just before 5 the restaurant has just opened and the bar was empty. In the past, I’d been there early when the bar was packed with City swells dressed in three-piece pinstripes bragging about their squash games and tickets for the upcoming Stanford-Cal game. This time, dead silence. Had the economy finally tamped down the city’s famous not-quite-after-work cocktail hour? When my glum pal showed up, we went across the street to the St. Francis, where the bar at least was reasonably lively, for a couple of pops while we figured out what to do.

I’ll spare the details of our long evening of remorse and commiseration, but the logistics included Café Andree at the Rex Hotel on Sutter www.jdvhotels.com/rex, my friend touted as a literary bar (it does have that vibe, as well as happy hour wine for two and a half bucks, astonishing for the area), and a barkeep who used to be a D-girl (that’s filmbiz lingo for development executive) in L.A. and was now appearing in a local revival of The Rocky Horror Show.

Then we stumbled down Sutter to the E&O Trading Co. www.eotrading.com, for more drinks and then, finally, dinner at the bar. The joint looked vaguely familiar, hung with nets and South Seas movie-set décor, which made no sense to me until my friend mentioned that Chris Hemmeter was responsible for the place. Ah, I nodded, the auteur of those fabulous themed Hawaii hotels in the 1990s. I remember when I drove with Hemmeter to a place above the site where the Big Island Hilton would be built and he sketched for me what the massive place would look like, including the winding lagoons, the waterfall and the dolphin pool. He could see things others couldn’t, but he never saw the Japanese recession coming that would sharply curtail visitors to Hawaii and cut occupancy at the theme park-like hotels in which he specialized.

But I digress. Actually, I often digress, but I hope you’ll get used to it. The next morning, after the Alka-Selzer, I went down to the lobby for the free (very good) coffee and walked to a 7-Eleven for a banana. When I got back, I called my not-really-as-morose pal. We arranged to meet for an early 11:30 lunch at Yank Sing, in order to beat the lunch crowd at this super-popular dim sum palace. Trouble is, we didn’t specify which one. I assumed the tiny one on Stevenson, closer to the hotel, but when I got there and called my buddy he was sitting at a table at the much larger Rincon Center version just off the Embarcadero. It was easier for me to walk up Market to where he was than for him to re-park down here, so 15 minutes later I was seated with him.

Yank Sing www.yanksing.com is a wonderful restaurant, genuine Chinatown dim sum served from rolling carts but in a modern space with people who speak at least some English, but only open for lunch and brunch. It’s dim sum for dummies and well worth prices higher than a dingy Chinatown dive. After we split the hundred-buck tab, which included two glasses of a non-oaky chard, we walked to the garage where his Lexus RX300, nearly identical to mine, was parked. He paid $24 for the two hours (welcome to parking-scarce San Francisco) and then drove me back to the Union Square to get my bag, the plan being to drop me off at the Ferry Building on the Embarcadero for a voyage to Sausalito, where Volkswagen had promised to pick me up and take me to the hotel where the company was putting up journalists for the Routan drive. At the Union Square, I told the clerk to please prepare my bill for checkout while I scooted upstairs to grab my bad. But when I stuck my key card in the lock, it didn’t work. Downstairs I hurried. Sorry, said the clerk, the system automatically locks out the rooms at 1 p.m. But, I said, I have a 2 p.m. checkout and, besides, you could have told me I’d need the card re-zapped before I went upstairs. He looked sheepish and said he was sorry. It’s my only other ding for the hotel.

Finally downstairs and out the door, find friend parked across the street, he drops me curbside at the Ferry Terminal building and roars off to his shrink appointment. I’m traveling light so it’s no problem schlepping to the Golden Gate Ferry www.goldengate.org ticket booth in back, where I plunk down my $7.50 for the ride across the bay; there’s still enough time before the 2:35 p.m. departure, so I still have time to stroll through Ferry Building Marketplace, a fabulous collection of food and wine shops, some fine restaurants (including the much-lauded Slanted Door) www.ferrybuildingmarketplace.com.  

Soon I am on the ferry San Francisco, having nabbed a seat up front in the bow where there will be plenty of chill wind but an unobstructed view during the least costly terrific sightseeing trip anywhere. The day is clear and not too windy and the panorama of the city, the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz and other top sights passes too quickly in the half-hour transit to Sausalito, the village just past the northern terminus of the bridge.

Just before getting to the slip in the middle of the much-too-touristy Sausalito, we pass a remarkable sailing vessel moored just offshore. It’s a modern square-rigger, I marvel, three masts towering far over the sleek modern cabin. I estimate to myself that this amazing sailing vessel must have cost $40 million. Later I do some research and find out I am way low. The Maltese Falcon was built in 2006 by venture-capital king Tom Perkins, the co-founder of legendary Kleiner & Perkins. At 289 feet and with a reported cost that reaches to $150 million, it is the largest and most expensive private sailing yacht ever built, a sort of fantasy reworking off the square-rigged clipper ship. Its electronics and automated features (including the sails) enable one person to sail it alone around the world, and it is for sale by the now-bored owner. Check it out at www.wikipedia.org. by searching for The Maltese Falcon (yacht).

I spy a guy holding a VW logo and identify myself, the only press trip participant to arrive by water, and in a few minutes we pull up the circular drive to the Cavallo Point, subtitled the Lodge at the Golden Gate www.cavallopoint.com. Here is another reason this trip sounded so fascinating to me. The hotel, which opened only in June after years of planning and building, occupies a small part of the former Fort Baker in what is now Golden Gate National Recreational Area www.nps.gov/goga/marin-headlands.htm and consists of renovated former officer’s quarters and some new rooms facing the grassy parade ground with a priceless view of the upper portions of the bridge and the city across the bay. What’s more, the hotel is run and partly owned by the same company that has the incomparable Post Ranch Inn in Big Sur, Hana Maui in Hawaii, and the Jean-Michel Cousteau Resort in Fiji. Nice credentials indeed.

There was yet another fillip. During my Army Reserve days, I spent two weeks for several summers at Fort Cronkhite, which happens to be adjacent to Fort Baker on the other side of the Golden Gate entrance highway. This “fort” was a doleful collection of barracks above a deserted beach on the wild side of the Golden Gate facing the open Pacific. There were the barracks, and virtually nothing else besides empty hillsides, abandoned bunkers left over from World War II, similarly disused Nike missile batteries, a nearly constant wind and some of the most beautiful views on West Coast. Yes, folks, that’s where I spent my summer vacations, with an Army computer unit that had no access to computers and little to do but appreciate the sights, race cars on the empty sports-car perfect roads, and get away to Sausalito (Zack’s for the turtle races) and San Francisco. Once during this annual summer idyll, I stayed at the original Union Square Hotel, which actually was directly on Union Square; I calculated that its space is now Tiffany’s.

My introduction to the Routan was the following day, so with downtime and plenty of afternoon left I borrowed a diesel TDI from the VW people and after recruiting for shotgun a friend I ran into while waiting for the car to show up we were through the one-way tunnel (5 minutes in each direction, governed by a signal system) and off into what is now called the Marin Headlands. We found that lonely clutch of barracks above that lovely beach, the barracks now re-purposed but just as unlikely as I remembered. Though the next day’s drive would traverse some of Marin and Sonoma County’s most bewitching back roads, we had gone on the best drive of all and were back in plenty of time for a shower and cocktails at 7.

I had hoped for us to meet in La Mariposa Borracho, a meeting room on the second floor of one of the old base buildings. For anyone who understands barroom Spanish and knows the name means “Drunken Butterfly,” it would have been ideal. But no, drinks were on a balcony of another room with a stupefying view of the upper supports of the bridge bathed in sunset orange and San Francisco’s lights across the bay. Dinner was in the Murray Circle restaurant below, a multi-course affair lubricated by Miner chardonnay www.minerwines.com and Long Meadow Ranch cabernet www.longmeadow.ranch.com. The hotel attempts to be an green as possible without sacrificing the luxuries that room rates beginning at $250 demand, and the server talked our table into the tap water instead of bottled water by revealing that it was filtered seven times. Most good restaurants now filter tap water as a matter of course, but seven times must be some kind of record.

There are no bottles of water in rooms either, but a Brita pitcher of filtered water resides in every room’s refrigerator. The flat-screen on the wall, I’m sure, is LCD instead of plasma, which uses far more electricity.

My room was one of the old officer’s quarters, and looked it, up a steep flight of stairs on the top second floor. Most of the old woodwork and windows remained, and the small bathroom required that the sink be placed in the main part of the bedroom. The furniture and bedding was top notch, and a container for items to be recycled was secreted in the closet.

After breakfast in Murray Circle, we 20 or so journalists and bloggers gathered in a high-ceilinged meeting room to be briefed on the Routan www.vw.com/routan. We learned first that Volkswagen now was the third largest automobile manufacturer in the world, having displaced Ford. (Oddly, nobody mentioned that little Porsche was in the process of gaining control of mighty Volkswagen.) Then came the rationale for VW plunging into the minivan category, one with cachet the equivalent of Jello. The name, another VW head-scratcher like Toureg, wouldn’t seem to help. Routan, it seems, is a combination of “route” and a meaningless suffix, similar to the “tour” and  “eg” in Toureg. Yeah, guys.

Anyway, said the toothy marketing guy, the minivan had been fast-tracked by Volkswagen in just 2006 after the company perceived a niche it could fill—a minivan that didn’t look exactly like one and handled with “European” characteristics. I took that to mean a minivan that would take a curve at a speed in excess of 20 mph and not feel like it was going to flop over on its side. Various VW execs, none of them German, got one thing off their chests right away, mostly because everybody knew anyway: Though Volkswagen spent “hundreds of millions of dollars” and vowed that its new minivan has “a distinctive German touch,” the Routan was produced as a joint venture

with Chrysler.

What that means is that the company was able to come up with a minivan in such a short time by using as its basis an existing Chrysler chassis and drive train. That means most of it, including the motor and transmission. The bodywork may different and the interior tweaked and the suspension “tuned” differently, but the Routan is a Dodge Grand Caravan in mufti. In fact, apparently very few essential parts differ between Routan and Grand Caravan, and both are made in the same factory in Windsor, Canada. Yet VW touts the Routan as “all new.” Well, maybe new for Volkswagen. Sometimes it’s hard to get the brain around marketing hyperbole.

That marketing is crucial to the Routan is impressively evident when it’s touted as “a stylish alternative to the minivan,” when it is in fact a minivan. And the slick paw of marketing was similarly evident in the Brooke Shields-starring commercials we were told about and then shown. We’ve all seen them on TV by now, the actress badgering, annoying and ignoring parents-to-be shopping for a car while accusing them of getting pregnant only for the joy of driving a Routan. “Have a baby for love, not for German engineering,” Shields scolds in one commercial. Maybe it’s funnier in German.

The essential selling proposition, apparently, is to convince young parents that a Routan is a hot and happening way to haul their kids around without giving up the styling and driving appeal of the Jettas and Audi A4s they had as carefree young adults. If you consider the research that shows that people who were kids in minivans can’t stand the idea of them today, it’s a pretty thin demographic slice we’re talking about here. Let’s see. If the minivan is 25 years old, that means the target demo is young parents at least 26 years old. Call the demo 26-35. But don’t call Routan a minivan. The price: $24,700 to $33,200.

I did get to drive the core of the Routan line, the $29,600 SE with a 3.8 liter, 197 horsepower V6. Jaime and I fired up the 101 and exited 20 miles upstream before heaving off toward the coast and Tomales, Bodega Bay, Jenner, the Russian River Valley, and Sebastopol before heading back to Cavallo Point. We drove freeway fast and coastal Route 1 slow. The Routan behaved. It took corners like a man, responded when punched, stopped by bidden to do so, didn’t bounce excessively over bumps, didn’t feel like it was going to take a dive in the first round. The sleek silhouette reminded no one of its parentage. The cupholders were fine.

Jaime and I discussed it over lunch in Forestville at a find of a roadside restaurant called Mosaic www.mosaiceats.com. Given the difficulty of orchestrating a group lunch, it was a buffet. But what a buffet. American Kobe beef, medium rare with wild mushrooms, homemade canniloni stuffed with white shrimp, wonderful French lentils, Yukon gold mashed potatoes, haricots vert to die for, a silky vanilla bean panna cotta. Chef-owner Tai Olesky hovered in back of the buffet looking like he wasn’t paying attention but eager for feedback. I told him that it was wonderful. He said I seemed to know about food. I said I used to work for Bon Appetit until we had creative differences. He smiled, I think a comment about his familiarity with creative differences. I suggest finding the three-year-old restaurant and going, hopefully in fine weather on the back patio.

Jaime and I ended up concurring about the Routan. This big hunk of iron did pretty much what the marketing slicks said it would do. It went good and steered good. It didn’t feel that much like a you-know-what.

Ferry Building Marketplace
Address:   One Ferry Building
City:   San Francisco
Phone:   415-693-0996 

Summary:   Built in 1898, the ferry building has survived two major earthquakes and efforts to demolish it. It was restored and revitalized beginning in the mid-1990’s. Since 2003, people have been coming to the ferry building for gourmet restaurants, dozens of specialty shops, and a sprawling outdoors farmers’ market sponsored by a non-profit organization which promotes sustainable local farming.

www.bestofbayarea.com

If you happen to find yourself in Napa and are in need of a foodie-fix, definitely hit up Oxbow Public Market. Located right next to COPIA, it is on First Street, just a few blocks from downtown Napa, and centrally located for a nice pit stop while wine tasting in Napa Valley.

If you love San Francisco’s Ferry Building Marketplace and the Ferry Plaza Farmer’s Market (and who doesn’t?!), then you’ll love Oxbow Public Market, which has the feel of a mini-Ferry Building Marketplace. When I visited Oxbow a few months ago I thought it was wonderful then, but I’ve heard there’s even more to see now. Plus, the produce stands open tomorrow!

Shops in the market sell everything from olive oil to spices, and of course, my personal favorite … CHEESE. Each shop has the incredible selection and variety that market-going foodies have come to expect, and the home-grown and hand-made feeling that we appreciate. The staff are friendly, and above all, knowledgeable about their food. Ask the gentleman at the cheese counter anything cheesy (about cheese, that is), and he’ll have an answer! He was able to tell us the differences between the various 3 to 12 month aged Manchego cheeses, so when we got our slice of 6 month Manchego home, it was exactly what we were looking for.

Check out today’s Daily Candy San Francisco to read their Oxbow Public Market recommendation. 

 By Jenna Kirkwood 

How far from civilization are we?  The only store in town for many necessities is Wal-Mart.  Maybe this makes me a snob, but I am horrified to report that in a very short period of time we went from shopping at the Ferry Building Marketplace and Andronico’s to becoming regulars at freakin’ Wal-Mart.  Talk about culture shock.

The saddest part is that my son’s favoite place in the whole world is Wal-Mart.  Kill me now.  If you had told me 2 years ago that my son would be Wal-Mart’s biggest little fan, I would have sworn off alcohol and found a real job.

Next on the saddest list is the gratitude we felt when Starbucks came to town.  I used to say that friends don’t let friends go to Starbucks, and have been a loyal Peetnik for many years.  We still get our ground coffee from Peet’s by mail-order, but for a cafe au lait or a latte it’s been slim pickin’s around here until last month when the Starbucks opened up.  There are a couple of small coffee houses in town, and I patronize them just to support the local businesses, but their coffee isn’t really any good.

The only saving graces here are the Harris Teeter (not quite Andronico’s, but better than skanky Danville Albertson’s), and the Fresh Market grocery.  The nearest Whole Foods is an hour away.  We pray for Target to build here, how sad is that?