Spices!
294 8th Ave
San Francisco, CA 94118
(415) 752-8884
It’s soooooo SAH-PICEY!!!!!! I have to order “No SAH-PICEY! NO SAH-PICEY! PREASE!” and shake my head and my hands in order to place an order here.
Seriously, someone ordered a plate of JUST fried red peppers. They were not even lying. It came within two feet of my face, and I got a freaking sunburn.
So, I’m totally a wuss and totally scared of spicy, so I had to ask them to tame it down (NO SAH-PICEY!).
My seester’s boss said that the best xue-cai-rou-si mien (pork strips with mustard greens in noodle soup, for all you non-Chinks out there) was not at San Tung (which my sister and I both proudly proclaim) but instead at Spices.
That dish was absolutely NOT better than at San Tung. The soup was initially bland so we asked if they forgot salt. They gave us a bowl of MSG to add to the soup. Then we realized that it was because the original MSG had sank to the bottom - we had to stir the soup in order to properly mix the MSG. I’m really glad we didn’t double-MSG it, because I think I would have died, on the spot.
The highlight of the meal in my mind came from the ordering of the stinky tofu. It’s pretty damn stinky, alright. Stinky tofu is tofu fermented in evil and human feces (I kid, kinda) but it’s pretty gnarly smelling and decent tasting if you can get over the smell. It’s a Taiwanese delicacy and definitely not for the faint of heart. Before it came out, my seester smelt it from the kitchen and accused me of both farting and stepping in dog shit. Simultaneously. Definitely accusatorily and kind of angrily, actually. This probably explains my two-hour sessions spent openly weeping in the arms of my therapist, who is the only person who loves me.
3 years ago • Notes