Suzanne and I had a evening out recently: dinner and a one-man/standup show. The show was by Mike Schmidt, who does the 40 Year Old Boy podcast. I’m not a big podcast listener, but Suzanne is and this is one that she listens to. Overall, I enjoyed the show and found it, by and large, quite funny. It’s always uplifting when you can laugh at someone who’s more fucked up than you are.
But I’m not here to talk about the show. I’m here to talk about the dinner we had.
We went to Bar Tartine, which is apparently a “go to” place in the Mission. Indeed, it has a good rating and generally good reviews on yelp.
Suzanne was quite pleased with her meal, but I left feeling that I would have been happier if we’d dined at McDonalds. I’ll get to that in a bit.
First, the service. This was mixed. One one hand, we were seated promptly and attended by our waiter fairly quickly. We were given our choice of still or sparkling water while we perused the menu. The water arrived post haste as did a basket of very nice bread. I don’t believe our water glasses every made it down to a quarter full before being topped up. On the other hand, it took me two requests to have my “cocktail” renewed (or should I say mocktail as they don’t serve liquor … I had a “New Fashioned” which was essentially an Old Fashioned (which appears prominently in the Best. Show. Ever. Mad Men) made with Vermouth rather than Bourbon, tasty but ineffective). Also, while considering dessert I asked for “coffee to start dessert with”. The pot (a mini french press) didn’t arrive until we were well into eating dessert.
One other thing I don’t really like is how they do their menu. First it’s hand written, and not always the most legible, I found. OK, maybe it gives the place a edgy touch: open to change up to the last minute and all. But please, you can do the same with a computer and printer. My other beef with the menu is that what they have online isn’t up to date with what’s on the table. I tend to base my restaurant selection on their menu, the menu they have online. Get with the times, people.
Let’s get more positive for a bit. The appetizers we selected were both very nice. Suzanne opted for the Sea Bass Tartar. It was nicely presented, and accompanied by some very fresh lettuce for shuttling the bass to your eagerly awaiting mouth.

I love fresh beans, so I chose the Blue Lake Beans. They were very lightly battered and fried, much like tempura. On the side was a nice dill augmented creme fraiche. This dish was, in my opinion, the best thing that landed on our table all evening. In hindsight, I should have gotten another order or two of the beans as my entrée. But I’ll get to that in a minute.

One of Bar Tartine’s signature dishes seems to be their roasted bone marrow, and I was a bit surprised when Suzanne didn’t order it. I’m not a fan of bone marrow, but she is. This is a specific case of me not being a fan of the whole nose-to-tail thing. Partly it’s baggage from being vegetarian for fourteen years (and vegan for most of that). Partly it’s because a lot of non-muscle meat is very rich, or at least seems very rich to me, and I have some problems with really rich food. And finally, because of my childhood years (in a backlash kind of way), I see “using the whole animal” as something you do out of desperation and poverty. I like being able to be selective about what parts of an animal I eat and throwing out the rest.
But I digress. Suzanne did order the pork jowls. She was very pleased but it was too fatty and rich or me. Suffice to say I’m glad I didn’t order it. Not that I was any happier with what I did order. But I’ll get to that in a minute. I tried a leaner bit of the jowls, and it was tasty … and very rich. It was accompanied by a roasted plum which provided a delightful tart counterpoint to the rich pork.

As I alluded to earlier, I did not enjoy my entrée. And now it’s time to get to that. I ordered the special. Prawns. I love prawns. From wee little shrimp to jumbo black tiger prawns. I love them all. This dish, however almost had me walk out without paying. I probably would have if I was by myself. Maybe the waiter didn’t provide full disclosure, or maybe I didn’t catch it. Regardless, I was not pleased. Here’s the dish.

Yes, nice big, plump gulf prawns. But unshelled and uncleaned. With maybe a quarter cup of rice in a broth that tasted like it was mostly the liquid from the pickled green tomatoes. The pickled tomatoes themselves were nice enough, however, and the high point of the dish was the strips of oven dried prosciutto (aka bacon!). There was also a scattering of sea beans in the dish. I do like sea beans.
What I take extreme exception to was the fact that I paid $25 for 4 unshelled, uncleaned prawns. Frankly I was disgusted. I cook shrimp/prawns a lot and routinely shell and clean them myself. I expect the fucking prep cook to do that. Not me, when I’m on a date, dressed somewhat nicely, in what has been purported to be a high end restaurant. So there I am shelling prawns that are juicy & covered in a light sauce. My fingers end up covered in sauce and stinking of shrimp shells. I made it through 2 of them before pushing back my plate in disgust. As I said, I would have walked out at that point if I’d been by myself. Suzanne felt sorry for me and helped shell the other two, the result being that her fingers stank as well. (Again, it’s not that I can’t shell shrimp, I just don’t expect to have to while dining, and certainly not when they’re covered with sauce.)
We recovered somewhat by having dessert (although I was still so distracted by the prawn fiasco that I forgot to snap a pic). We opted to share what turned out to be a very nice peach-oatmeal cobbler with buttermilk ice-cream. Another service failing here, though. We explicitly said we were sharing it, and the waiter did bring us each a spoon. However, they didn’t bring us sideplates. Ice-cream on a warm cobbler, shared by two people across the table from each other. Oh well, they have to wash the table clothes anyway.
I was pleased to see that they state clearly on the menu that they use Four Barrel coffee. What pleased me wasn’t that it was Four Barrel (I prefer Blue Bottle, or even better Philz or Barefoot for non-espresso), but rather that they thought it was worth stating what it was. As a bit of a coffee geek, I appreciate that detail. However they brewed it so weak that it didn’t particularly matter what it was.
My advice: don’t bother with Bar Tartine. Suzanne said it’s apparently one of the places to go in San Francisco. If that’s the case, I’m looking forward to getting moved to Chicago even more.














