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So it seems. Black Cat is in North Beach. It's across from the Thrusty Lady and next to Big Blonde Babes. Actually, I just made that up. I can't remember what peep show houses it's near but you get my drift. It's in the part of San Francisco where China meets Italy meets Holland. Which is what Black Cat is all about. Actually, according to the Black Cat menu,
they're all about North Beach, Fisherman's Wharf, Chinatown and old San Francisco. But according to me, there were more made-up blonde babes on the arms of car salesman-like fellows here than in most other restaurants. I noticed the groups were often in odd numbers. ie. one guy, two ladies. For the average customer, this provides great entertainment. My dinner pal and I made up all sorts of stories and scenarios. What fun! Of course, I may just have been imagining things. Ohhh, but isn't this supposed to be about the food at Black Cat? I guess so. Briefly, the food was good. The menu is most varied: BBQ, fish, pasta, noodles, etc. We ordered skillet mussels to start off with. Tasty, chewy, lotsa flavor, and a huge number for the price. We also tried the steak with frites (Ha! They even managed to squeeze a little of Paris onto the menu. How Moulin Rouge!) and the tuna. Both were very good. The red meat was cooked a bit more than requested so keep that in mind if you're not a Texanesque meat eater. I'd recommend trying out the Black Cat. It's a one-time-go sort of place. You'd be smart to make some reservations (Tel: 981-2233). We didn't and we had to wait about an hour. Amusingly, the establishment was rather put out that we weren't dressed up. I thought this was hilarious bearing in mind where we were. Ohhh well, I guess in some circles thick Cover Girl makeup and jewelry from Clare's goes a long way. Enough said. Susan MacTavish Best |
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