Give Me Some Food

I know this goes with out saying, but bad expensive food makes me irate! I don’t care if the restaurant is run by the most famous chef in town or if it’s as cute as a button with the top ten most beautiful people from San Francisco in it. Just give me some good food! Or at least edible food. Don’t just hire something from Fraggle Rock to run your kitchen. Please. After the dinner we just had at Maverick in the mission, I feel cheated. I feel like maybe the restaurant didn’t like me so I got served bad food. Here I am for you, darling reader, trying out unacceptable restaurants in San Francisco so you don’t have to. I bet you’re teary eyed at my altruistic manner as you are reading this.

Ok…Maybe not.

So I can’t even remember why I wanted to go to this Maverick in the first place so I think I’m going to claim temporary insanity. When we came into the restaurant there was one other person sitting at a table- I think he was the manager. It was small, cozy, cute- red and brown walls. Fine. The meal started out innocuous enough with an Iowa Salad that was basically romaine with a blue cheese dressing. At this point I thought the dinner might be good. I thought wrong. Maybe it’s because I ordered the fried chicken. Why do I always have such a bad time with chicken? Maybe I was a fox in a former life, pilfering the chicken coop, so that in my next life chickens would be sure to exercise their rage against me at every opportunity. Anyway, KFC could seriously give Maverick some pointers about fried chicken because this was the worst fried chicken I’d ever eaten. It tasted sweet and vinegary- like someone had dumped rancid sugar into the batter. I don’t know if sugar can go rancid- but in the culinary atrocity that is Maverick- it can.

See it looks like normal chicken-

Well- it’s like that ice cream they have in the commercials. You see the people say “yum”- but really they are eating glue!

Felix had a big hunk of meat:

 I didn’t try it. He said it was fine- but cold in the center. I know, I know, I can’t really ding them on that because you know how Felix likes his beef…extra rare.

 After all this I was feeling very unsatisfied so I decided to order more food. See, I really was temporarily insane.  I ordered a Huckleberry Cobbler for dessert thinking “how could they mess this up?”

 They did.

 I’m sure all of the ingredients were fine- but we ordered and waited…and waited…and waited. What I think was occurring during this wait time was our endearing Maverick chef was sticking our cobbler in a 950F oven and leaving it there. By the time it came to us, it had not one drop of moisture in it. Thank God for the ice cream on top or else it would have been completely inedible. All of the huckleberries had crusted over.

Yeah, we still ate the cobbler…

Maverick
3316 17th (@ Mission)
415-863-3061