At Modern Luxury, connection and community define who we are. We use cookies to improve the Modern Luxury experience - to personalize content and ads, to provide social media features and to analyze our traffic. We also may share information about your use of our site with our social media, advertising and analytics partners. We take your privacy seriously and want you to be aware that we have recently made changes to our Privacy Policy, which can be found here.


Get in My Belly! The Top Things to Eat This Week (exist) - 27

Rebecca Flint Marx | June 5, 2014 | Food & Drink Story Eat and Drink

This weekend I ate melted squid eyeballs, and I owe it all to Avedano’s, the steadfastly awesome Bernal Heights butcher shop. Although they’re mainly in the meat business, they also sell a small but excellent selection of seafood, including head-on squid which stares up at you in an empty, resigned sort of way. Never having cooked head-on squid before, I figured I’d fry them and then cut off their heads; little did I know that their eyeballs would liquefy upon contact with the heat. They created a milky, slightly gelatinous substance that was, to my great surprise, delicious in a briny, slightly alien kind of way. The rest of the squid was similarly terrific—plump, sweet, and tasting of the sea. I sliced it up and ate it with quinoa, salty black olives, chopped parsley and a couple of spoonfuls of neonata, a Calabrian hot sauce made from hot peppers, oil, and the ground-up bodies of tiny baby fish. It was a very visceral dinner. —R.F.M.

I used to be a regular at Rosamunde in the Lower Haight. Actually, an addict would be a more accurate description. I would double park, hazards on, for a spicy beer sausage with kraut and brown mustard. Since they've been open in the Mission, I've rarely been, but the other day I had a craving. The sweet pepper relish wasn't quite what it used to be, the buns are now different. But the sausage (pictured above) still has that snap to it, followed by a satisfyingly juicy and spicy bite. And now there are actual tables to sit at. —S.D.

Although I live nearby Craftsman & Wolves, I don’t get there often enough. So yesterday was a triumph of sorts: I stopped by to pick up a scone on my way to work. One of the things I love most about C&W is that innocuous breakfast pastries are used as Trojan horses for wildly creative and sometimes appealingly weird flavors. In this case, a mundane scone was endowed with fresh apricots, nuggets of crystallized ginger, and a pale green lemon verbena glaze. The dough was speckled with little flecks of black sesame; altogether, the color palette was very 1970s-suburban kitchen, in a good way. But the flavors were thoroughly modern, to say nothing of balanced—the sesame’s mellow nuttiness softened the tartness of the apricots, the lemon verbena contributed a distinct but unobtrusive herbal note, and the little pops of ginger added sweet spice. Texture-wise, it was all fluffy crumb and respectably sturdy crust. A great way, in other words, to begin a Wednesday. —R.F.M.

Earlier this week a friend and I ventured to Chinatown for lunch at the Anna Bakery (715 Clay St., 415-989-8898). While I’d like to believe there are many fine restaurants in Chinatown, this wasn’t one of them. But there was a bright spot amid the shitty service, lazily circling flies, and head-scratchingly bland food: the egg custard tarts, served from the bakery counter at the front of the restaurant. Warm, creamy, and just sweet enough, they’re encased in a soft, flaky crust. About four bites each, they encourage a return trip to a place that otherwise doesn’t warrant one. —R.F.M.

Have feedback? Email us at
Email Sara Deseran at
Email Rebecca Flint Marx at
Follow us on Twitter
Follow Sara Deseran on Twitter
Follow Rebecca Flint Marx at


Photography by: