Fourth Street Bar & Grill
55 Fourth Street
San Francisco, CA
Why not. Another quickie post from the road. Again with a 30 minute or so brief break for something to eat in the midst of a major business event that I was attending, I headed a few blocks away with a travel mate and we stumbled upon this sports bar looking place, known as the Fourth Street Bar & Grill. It probably knew there would be tens of thousands of code monkeys and propeller heads in the vicinity given the nature of this massive gathering just several streets to the south, and had come up with a bare bones kind of lunch special menu to keep the masses fed, quickly and to allow the kitchen to maintain some semblance of sanity and order. I think there were five or six deals on the small board at the bar where we placed our orders and paid cash up front.
After grabbing a drink, alas no beer for me though many others around me were partaking in some mid-day suds, I was handed this little cell phone-sized plastic device that would serve as the beckon to let me know when my food was ready. I like these contraptions, so much better than the chaotic system of calling out orders in a busy food court (like I experienced recently at Crystal Mall in Burnaby, BC) and having no clue if they were talking about yours or someone else, if you could even hear over the buzzing drone of the crowd. No puzzlement, you know when its your turn to go up, rather than having to hover near a busy counter and peering over the folks around you to see if your meal is next to come up to the pass.
Hogtown Bar and Grill
Level 2, Post-Security, Domestic
Toronto Pearson International Airport
Your truly up in the air again, headed east and also down to the southeast. In other words pretty much as far away from Vancouver and still remaining in the continental US of A. As such, I thought I’d quickly spit out a brief post of a desperation meal I had at our country’s largest and busiest airport while waiting to board a transfer flight. Situated right in the open with seating clearly seen by all the people passing through and mingling near the close by gates, it has its benefits as you can easily know when you plane has arrived and its time to book…
A friendly, one might say overly for an establishment of this level, waiter-type was our lone human interaction. Rattling off a few suggestions, of course dropping in a few of those dreaded “oh, its one of my personal favorites” that seem to spill off the tongues of so many servers these days, my dining mates both got some kind of chicken wrap item, while I opted for this. Supposed to be some kind of breaded chicken breast sandwich. Instead of the accompanying fries, I asked to swap with their soup of the day which was a chili.
National Pastime Sports Bar & Grill
201 Waterfront Street
National Harbour, DC
Some places and food just go together. As a lifelong baseball fan, for me, this sport is all about hot dogs. Its part of the experience of seeing MLB games live. Strangely enough, having been through enough pork processing plants in my lifetime and gaining a full view into what goes into hot dogs, you would think I’d stay away from them. Alas, I can’t when it comes to watching America’s favorite pastime. This isn’t even limited to the outdoor environment, as if there is a game on in the bar, I’ll look to see if there are any ‘dogs in the house. Yup, I’m predictable that way.
For those fans of the sport, you’ll know that Canada lost one of its top professional teams to the Americans. The glorious Montreal Expos franchise that gave birth to so many amazing players has relocated to Washington, DC. The Nats as they are affectionately called are a fairly forgettable bunch, without a winning season in six years of their new existence. I wondered when I came across this sports bar within this massive hotel facility, if it was tied to the franchise (I did see a logo on the front glass), given its name. Its a little mixed, as I did see a lot of football paraphernalia adorning the room, including a pretty cool display case with helmets from all of the NFL clubs. Looking for a quick bite to eat and to catch a glimpse of whatever sports game was on the gigantic screens that covered on side of the room, we were quickly seated by a slightly unenthusiastic hostess at one of the high tables in the middle of the floor. A prompt order of some non-alcoholic beverages – since we were on the clock – and so began our lunch.
3079 Main Street
Are you ready for another round of deep fried goodness? Oh, and I shouldn’t forget the pints of beer to go with it. Ah, life’s simple pleasures…
Despite the name that would suggest otherwise, the Windjammer Inn in Vancouver is no place to rest your weary head and bunk down in a strange bed for the night. Its a straight up pub, of the British persuasion (well a Canadian representation of which at least), located right down there on Main Street. So yes, this is another in the “Tasting with Tee” series.
Immediately seduced by the sandwich board outside that trumpeted a special on their 2pc. fish and chips, along with a wheat ale of sorts, our minds were easily made up. That was until the cheery server passed by our table with a plate of something that smelled very good and so we had to ask, “what’s that?”. A batch of slightly fiery, battered shrimp she replied, and our volley of “we’ll have that too”, was easily obliged.