Category: BiteClub

Unless you have A). A Jewish mother or B). Survived flu season in Manhattan, you may not understand why I have spent the last five hours looking for Matzo ball soup in Santa Rosa. Suffice to say that on a cold, rainy, absolutely miserable Wine Country day, Matzo ball soup (think of it as chicken […]

Recently, BiteClub threw out an all-beef double-patty of a question: Where are the best burgers in the North Bay? Okay, I actually asked you about Santa Rosa, but hey, who can stop a freight train of opinion? You spoke out. Loudly. Clearly there are some strong feelings about the best places to chow down on […]

I’ve never quite understood the logic of some people when it comes to Halloween treats. Mercifully, most sane people understand that children like things that actually taste good, like chocolate. A few are too well-meaning for their own good, and give out things like raisins (blech!). Others seem to think Halloween is a perfect opportunity […]

Miss the first annual Taste? Check out the video from our sister blogs at the Petaluma Argus Courier

Is Safeway outclassing the neighborhood patisserie? Okay, not yet, but they’re bucking for your gourmet business. Along with recent facelifts of the mega grocery stores, in-house bakeries have been improving substantially as well. First, it was a not altogether horrible bagel. Next came the addition of gourmet cakes and pastries, which are suprisingly good (though […]

Whether you like ’em grilled, fried, sprinkled with onions, dripping with special sauce, thrown over animal style or pink enough to still be mooing in the middle, hamburgers inspire a fanatical passion usually reserved for sports teams or rock stars. In other words, beware the fool who stands between me and my favorite patty. (Which […]

After months…and months…and months of waiting, a new Cafe des Croissant/Grateful Bagel has opened on the corner of Brookwood and 4th St. One of the few bakeries in the SR (why is that, anyway?), their croissants never fail to leave the bag, my fingers, most of the inside of my car and several handfuls of […]

I don’t speak Spanish. I do speak Fried. As in chicken, mozzarella sticks, zucchini, the occasional Blooming Onion, and once a Twinkie. In the universal language of crispy deliciousness, I am fluent. And pupusas, a duo of thick, fried tortillas with meat and/or cheese stuffed between them, have recently become a new part of my […]