The tour with Dream Theater was very much so something we in Trivium had been looking forward to for years – we’re very happy to know we’re the sort of band who can tour with bands like Dream Theater at one end, Asking Alexandria at the other… then even bands like In Flames and Five Finger Death Punch. If you ask me – that says versatility, baby.
The Warfield is a cool venue for concert-goers (as all the “legendary” venues are), but as all “legendary” venues are for the bands – they’re usually a large dump (if you will). The area ain’t the safest of locations either.
I am in love with San Francisco… but with all things you love – you are hopefully in love with their faults just as much as their qualities – San Francisco… your bums are out of control. Like something out of H.R. Giger or even Lovecraft are the swamp-monsters that crawl about the streets of SF – I don’t know what to do with them, and I’m sure the city doesn’t either… but due to the fact that they’ve been getting aggressive and even violent lately is not something to be accepting of, San Francisco.
It’s a bummer to see in the beautiful parks that families could be picnicking with their kids, or people jogging or what have you – their are sleeping bums in trees, shopping cart-homes strewn about the sidewalks. Again – I don’t know what do to – it’s a tricky situation… but the aggressiveness needs to be dealt with (even my local friends are saying how the bums are becoming far more ruthless than ever).
We were nervous about the DT support tour initially… but amazingly, every night it feels we won over 95-100 percent of the prog-fanatics; 70-90 percent a night had only been seeing us for the first time at that respective show. Pretty amazing averages if you ask me.
We wrapped up show one – rounded up me, Ash, Meg, Evan – and headed to the legendary Comstock Saloon. Today had been Ashley’s tattoo day… so I knew she’d be crashing hard towards the end of dinner. Your turn!
Comstock is known for being a classic-cocktails establishment with fantastic pub grub with a gastro-flair.
(all photos by Evan)
I asked our waiter what Comstock is known for – he sent over the Sazerac (rye, sugar, Peychaud’s, Absinthe), a manly-*** cocktail if I do say so myself. This thing had a kick and an array of flavors. It was pretty much all alcohol – alcohols that have some damn distinctive tastes. The Absinthe stuck out just as clearly as the rye… too many of these and you’d be flipping cop cars.
We started with some meaty Green Olives – everything an olive outta be; not your run of the mill grocery-crud, these were like miniature fruit. When I see a name like “Pig In A Biscuit”, it needs to be ordered immediately. I don’t eat fast food anymore – but these reminded me of that “Chicken Fillet” places’ breakfast sandwiches… only with delicious pork-meat and obviously 1,000 times better. But it brought me back to that initial childhood happiness of before-school treats. Flaky and soft were the biscuits – and the pork perfect.
The Picnic Platter contained all the bar-snack goodies that we needed: homemade sausage, salt cod brandade, seasonal veggie salad, pretzel, mustard and pickles. It was like the kind of spread you’d see coming out of a Jewish Deli in NYC or something – the salt cod brandade reminded me of Japanese ground radish and ground fish-flakes; the sausage was phenomenal (sucker for good sausage here, remember?); the mustard was very Bavarian in flavor – just right. Alcohol needs to be coupled with sausage and bread and mustard at all times.
The Beef Shank And Bone Marrow Pot-Pie with Arugula Salad caught my eye early on when we sat down. When we’re talking about the “good stuff” (offal: marrow, necks, head-meat, organs, etc) I will order it. I will need it. A great throwback to the British Pies that have been quickly disappearing from their country, it’s nice to see Comstock can do it just as well as the classic-masters used to be able to. Who would have thought of throwing in the buttery, milky texture of marrow in with slow cooked shank? It just worked. The marrow would naturally add a saltiness and an appropriate amount of liquid to the shank meat.
As I am the offal-freak, Ashley is a veggie-nut. She had the Summer Squash and Ricotta Cannelloni, with roasted pepper sauce and fried squash blossom. I think I tasted it? But me and Evan were busy geeing out on the pot pie… leave the leaves for the women! (I kid, I kid).
Dessert was the Maple Bourbon Pudding with black pepper shortbread and the Summer Cobbler with almond cake and lemon verbena cream. Perfect ends to a perfect meal shared with loved ones. There again was the savory and sweet that I’m currently so infatuated with in that perfect maple bourbon pudding – and – it’s always great to be reminded of the South when I’m not home: The cobbler reminds me of my in-laws ever impressive Southern cooking.
Get to Comstock. It’s an amazing vibe, great food, drinks that are done really well – there was even a slamming dirty-blues band playing upstairs in a terrace that overlooks the whole place.