Porcupine at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass

A couple Fridays back Porcupine bumped into a fishmonger buddy of ours. He was very keen on some Blue Fin tuna he had sourced out of Bolinas. We couldn't resist, and took a couple choice pieces back to the kitchen, put a gentle marinade on it, and stuck in the fridge overnight. The next day we poached it slowly in extra-good, extra-virgin.

We decided we couldn't wait until Monday night at Z's, and having no small hankering for live music of the tangy, twangy sort, on Sunday we built, wrapped, stacked and packed 40 sandwiches.

We then wended our wary way into the heart of the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival in Golden Gate Park. (Gotta love free festivals. Security, what security?) That little patch between the Red Cross stand and that string of food vendor heinousness near the Rooster stage seemed a spot as a good as any to plant our cooler.

Billy Bragg, in full-throated ease, welcomed us onto our sunny little plot and we got down to business. What an enjoyable afternoon, indeed, if only for people watching. Talk about life's rich pageant. We got many interesting offers of trade, but mostly we prefer cash.

Took a couple hours to sell all our sandwiches, and we had fun doing it. We met a lot of very cool, interesting people and bumped into a few friends as well. Chef Gordon Drysdale, for instance, stopped by with the happy news that he'll soon be ending his exile from San Francisco. He and his partners are taking over the old Prego space on Union.

Thanks to all for the support that afternoon. Street food forever!

Remember Porcupine is at Z's in Alameda every Monday night during football season.