Has anyone been to the restaurant called the Front Porch, in San Francisco, at the end of Mission Street? We started with the Duck liver pate, and plantain fritters. The liver pate was good and well made, but it was the inventive combinations of flavours and colours in the plantain starter; avocado, creme fraiche, red wild salmon and burnt umber plantain that made our taste buds tingle, and, more crucially, was our first introduction to the restaurant's flair and originality. For the main course we ordered the spicy crab porridge and fried chicken. The porridge is the reason I am writing this post, it was simply sublime, and completely out of this world fabulous. Not a risotto, not a roux, nor a mash...a smooth, silky "porridge" with spring onions, fresh peas and a few ears of corn under a generous serving of pink crab. The restaurant also serves a very unusual organic English ale amidst its beverages, and this rare ale has an icon of a crow that has a swallowed a key. This seems like an appropriate analogy for how one might feel after dining here.