After a particularly ruinous meal- no, rather, ruinous supposedly edibles, I once again must wonder why, in the epicenter of the american foodie renaissance, we can't support anything remotely like the explosions of freshness, flavor and ingenuity of the excellent streetfood (albeit off-street) of Singapore (or countless other places 'round the globe?).
The Saturday SF Farmer's Market outposts do landmark business; I know the Tuesday market's newagy mexican booth has its fans, though I find it lacking but passable. I've heard the post-dot-com Crepe King is doing well too. Am I barking up a non-native tree here, or wouldn't an oasis of authentic, high-quality street fare posts be wildly successful (and, like all oases, a tremendous relief to those who of us who toil in the desert- ok, ok, there are plenty of lunch spots, but not that many quick/casual/take-out/great taste options). Every once in a while, in the dim hopes that one of these so-called "international" food courts harbors a true gem, I venture inside, and, against better judgment (particularly when the vendors are nice and friendly) partake. This afternoon, my tummy keeps reminding me there must be a better way!
By the way, I last posted as trillinite, a while back. Although I don't begrudge Calvin Trillin his attempts to win his daughter back to my native NY, I can't in good faith keep the acolytic moniker when he has - even in jest- belittled SF's fantastic food scene. I've also been forced into a low-fat diet by genetics and lack of exercise, so I haven't had too many restaurant experiences worth reporting back about (though I must say that cutting way back on fat has given my palate a much better sensitivity to subtleties of flavor- herbs, fruits & veg pack a much better wallop w/o lashings of butter). Yes, I know, low-fat and streetfood do not go well together. Gotta splurge sometimes, though, and when you do, you want it to count!