…did some of you preemptively check my page this morning?

  1. I am extremely flattered. Thank you!
  2. There is a post in the works, probably for later tonight.
  3. Are any of you local?…

As I’ve mentioned, I am allergic to damn near everything. While I did go out today (bae and I both just got new jobs!), we wound up getting sushi again and I ordered the same dish I had for my birthday, but from a different location.* It is generally the only palatable egg and soy free Japanese option, and, given my other limitations, it’s one of the easiest things to order from a restaurant. Needless to say, my eating-out life is rare at worst and repetitive at best.

If you are a local blogger who can eat freely and/or wants to contribute, please contact me. I’d love a hobby-partner, if you will, and San Francisco deserves a better variety of recommendations for sure. (If you’re a nonlocal blogger who would like a nod in Weekends In, contact me too! I’d love to hear from you!)

Blushingly yours,

Anne

*Yuyu Sushi, Sloat and 36thish. I’d say Fuji (which is temporarily closed) has far above average variety; Yuyu easily has them matched in quality and service, at much better prices.

Coming Soon: Finn Town

My mother’s family, first and foremost, is Finnish.

Though not recently emigrated (their moving timeline roughly corresponds with the rise of Bolshevism) and certainly not titled (our last name translates to “Andrews”) it’s the unique identifier that my grandparents, aunts, and uncles claim most proudly. Less than .2% of Americans are Finnish, and the fraction of Californian Finns is even smaller- odds are strong that I’m related to most, if not all, of them. If I’m not mistaken, my grandfather’s line was the only one in our family not to anglicize their last name. The few, the proud.

So naturally, when I passed this doorway on my way to meet my local cousin, I smiled so hard my face hurt.

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Finn Town is set to open this fall, offering creative comfort food and cocktails. According to the press surrounding it, the Castro was the Scandinavian part of town around the same time our people came over. The name is a callback, but the menu appears to be distinctly American (and that’s almost verbatim how I’d describe myself and my cousin). I was obviously sold by the name, but I’m sure apps like “sweet tea brined fried chicken” would bring in anyone.

Strangely enough, within a few days of our rendezvous, both my cousin and I were offered jobs leaps and bounds better than our current ones. We joked that Finn Town is being made just for us, San Francisco finally recognizing the awesome power of American Finns, but now I’m beginning to wonder how seriously we ought to take it… 😉