Nob Hill Grille
969 Hyde St
San Francisco, CA 94109
+ 1 415-474-5985
Date of Last Visit: Friday, 18 July 2008
The Victims: Blair, and Blair's girlfriend, whose name is so totally escaping me!
The Damage: $35 USD each
The Background: A long time ago when I lived in Chicago, my friend Bryan worked with this girl who had a reputation for being high maintence. She had a boyfriend named Blair that I met a few times. So this one day a few years later, I'm sitting around in grad school and I'm talking to this guy Blair and I'm thinking "You look VERY familiar."
And it turns out that it's the same Blair. Funny how life works.
Well now it's ages later and I'm in San Fran for BlogHer '08 so we make plans to meet up for dinner.
After some very decent cocktails at my hotel, we head over to Nob Hill Grille. We take a taxi, and it costs about $7 with tip. So firstly, I feel insanely wealthy in the U.S. Secondly, the restaurant really wasn't THAT far, and when I think about how far I made Melia walk the other night…well…
The Entrance: The Nob Hill Grille is empty up front when we arrive, but has a decent crowd in the back. It strikes me as a neighborhood place with a good crowd of regulars. Our server is young and very enthusiastic. She confidently walks us through all of the specials and her particular favorites. Sometimes I fall in love with America all over again.
The Food: We get spinach and artichoke dip to start and a wave of homesickness hits me. God how I've missed this stuff. It's really hard for me to stop eating it.
I order the scallops as a main and golly if they're not the hugest scallops I've seen in a long time. It's a generous serving. I sorta want to ask if the scallops are from a box that's from Vietnam, but I hold my tongue. The unfortunate part is that the scallops are served with a sh*tload of tomatoes. And I just can't eat tomatoes in huge quantities like this.
The Bad Part: I am so wobbly from jet lag, I keep losing my train of thought. I think I hid it well though.
The Verdict: The Nob Hill Grill is nice. I guess that's like me describing a guy I don't want to date.