
If you know me at all, you know that I’ve been longing for Spain and the food of Los Vascos (the Basque) since I returned Stateside in January. So imagine my excitement and surprise when, soon after moving back to San Francisco, I heard of Txoko, a restaurant featuring Basque food! Spanish Basque food! (Usually the Basque food found in the States tends to be French Basque)
Note: “Txoko” is pronounced Choe-Ko. A “tx” has a “ch” sound. Don’t ask me why. Ask the Basque.
Txoko didn’t actually open until a week ago, but many many friends have emailed me excitedly with various email newsletters, pointing out that a Basque restaurant was opening in San Francisco soon and shouldn’t I be majorly eager to check it out?
So, last week, when P emailed me (it was more of a scream/squeal via email– but I can’t blame her, because I felt the same), declaring that Txoko was finally open, we did what any two (slightly) sane, Europe-starved, bar-studying, dirt-poor, former-law-students would do: We went.
I took some pictures, but the lighting wasn’t amazing, so bear with me. » Read the rest of this entry «














