The Best Boulevard In SF Isn’t A Street
It’s a restaurant – and a damn fine one at that.
A few weeks ago, we made farewell dinner plans for one of my favorite SF splurges, Boulevard, at First and Mission. An Art Nouveau wonderland, the restaurant proves an eateries best decor isn’t limited to the walls. Here, art spills from the lush interior right onto your plate – which each perfectly sized portion presented beautifully, while still avoiding a good blog-mocking for excess.
Crispy veal sweetbreads and glazed breast of veal started my date’s meal and in keeping with the eating-small-animals-is-fun theme, I chose the sauteed fresh artisan foie gras. Hey, it’s going to be illegal soon enough anyway. Each dish was melt-in-your-mouth perfection with unlikely yet harmonious flavors mingling nicely with a lovely zin (for me) or cab (for him). Those wines were suggested more for their pairing with our main dishes, but a good glass of wine remains good regardless of its mate – at least to our uncultured palate.
On previous visits, I’ve gone the bottle route. Being wine-stupid for the most part (or at least less wine savvy than many), it was comforting to consult with a friendly, knowledgeable, snob-free sommelier who was able to recommend wine that matched our meals, our tastes, and our budget.
By the way – since we’re talking booze – Boulevard makes a mean brandy manhattan, adorned with two luscious Italian cherries. Try one. Or three.
And because the food is startling good yet reasonably size, you should have room for dessert after – which would be a wise thing to order because they are gorgeous and sinfully tasty. The cr