David and Felicia gave us a wonderful gift card for dinner at Quince, just after Christmas when they left San Francisco to return again to their new home in Detroit.
Lucky us, unlucky them is what I'm thinking.
Quince once again proved to me that it's the best restaurant in SF. Better than pretentious Minna, better than touristy Danko's, better than dreary, old Masa's, and better than everything else.
The entire experience at Quince is superb, from the luxurious pre-dinner bar and drinks area with excellent servers, through the superb tables in the sounds-just-right dining rooms, with more excellent staff.
The clientele may feature more of the elderly suits and jewels than we'd normally relax with, but I guess they have to eat somewhere. And the 18 aging Mafioso celebrating someone's 120th birthday (or at least he looked 120) was having fun along with everyone else.
And how could anyone not have fun here: the food is faultless. From our amuses bouches - steelhead sashimi with truffled mushroom shot glass accompaniment - through Pavey's scallops, agnolotti, and rabbit, and my farm egg, Fazzolettini, and beef, everything was stupendous.
How many places can you eat where 7 of 7 dishes are perfect?
And if you say Burger King, you're posted to Detroit!
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