After the Giants Frenzy last Friday, I went with Sean and his UCLA friends to a restaurant in Russian Hill.

You can’t quite see the top street sign, but the restaurant is on the corner of Green and Hyde. We ended up walking from the Brickyard in Pacific Heights. It’s not a far walk but it’s virtually uphill the entire way.

Tired and hungry, the table quickly ordered a few bottles of wine and appetizers. Unfortunately, I was so starved I forgot to take any pictures. With my hunger tentatively appeased, it was time to decide what to order for the main course.  I scanned the menu to see if it would speak to me.

So many wonderful choices, but can you guess which main course snared my appetite?

The braised short ribs of course

Sorry for the awful pictures, but I was in heaven. The meat chunks were so soft that they disintegrated in my mouth without my really having to chew. I tried to savor every bite by pressing the meaty-goodness against the top of my mouth until it broke apart. This technique allowed me to enjoy the complex flavors better and draw out the tasting of my dish. Then I would use the bread slices to soak up the savory sauce like a sponge. By the time I was done, only a trace of the sauce remained.

Now it was time for dessert, and since Jenn and I are no longer on the no-sugar diet, I decided to let loose.

I had the  blueberry & peach cobbler and it was amazing. The hot filling melted the ice cream creating this warm and sweet blend of awesomeness with every bite. I especially like the crust because it provided crunchy texture to the mix.

Overall, I was satisfid and had good time. Too bad Jenn didn’t stay around because, hands-down, the meal would have been better than fried rice.

Strength and Honor,

M