I am behind on reporting my adventures, so today there is a “twofer.”
A few weeks ago, my husband and I enjoyed a wonderful day off together. We decided to do a sort of “walking tour” of the neighborhood, beginning with the zoo, looping around Banker’s Hill, and ending at our home in what I have dubbed “Middle Park” (it’s technically North Park but is actually closer to South Park).
After tiring of looking at sleeping animals, we moved from Balboa Park to Banker’s Hill in search of food. We walked over a historic bridge built in 1919 (the name of which escapes me) and drank in the breath-taking views of ocean, canyon, downtown, and Point Loma. Exquisite. We then ventured to one of my new favorite coffee-haunts, called “Caffe Carpe Diem.” Tucked away in a primarily residential area of Banker’s Hill/Hillcrest, this spot oozes charm with its mis-matched patio furniture nestled in a lush array of potted plants outside and a comfy arrangement of overstuffed furniture atop a Persian rug inside. We lingered over blood orange tea and persued the deli, and then realized the extent of our hunger. We needed more than a sandwich, so we set out back toward Balboa, and happened upon Hexagone.
Hexagone is an old-world looking French restaurant right across from the happening and newly-relaunched Cucina Urbana. As we walked by, we saw that they had $6 happy hour menu items, and ducked in for a pre-dinner snack. We were expecting the usual tapa-fare: some sort of dip/cracker/chip phenomena, soup, nuts, olives, etc. What we did not expect were the following items: escargot, house-made charcuterie, baked brie, and frog legs. Still not fully convinced of this seemingly well-priced menu, I ordered frog legs, fully expecting two receive two frog legs with a spring of parsely. I was wrong.
There were at least 8 frog legs in a tantalizing stew that hinted a coq-au-vin type of sauce and accompanied by one of the freshest baguettes I’ve had in recent memory.
The sauce was absolutely delecatble- the herbs balanced well with the pungent sweetness of the wine just as this staple French sauce should. However good the sauce was, the frog legs still had that invarialbe tin-like taste that belies that the meat you are eating is reptilian. Note: for all of you biology types, I am aware that a frog is actually an amphibian, but taxonomy aside, it shares the flavor of its evolutionary cousins when cooked. At any rate, I still liked my dish, and at six bucks, who can complain?
We then proceeded to the charcuterie, which was very good. I have had better, but only a prices that are more than double what I paid that day. I liked that the consistency wasn’t as creamy as charcuterie normally is- sometimes if charcuterie is too creamy, it reminds me of Alpo, so I was actually grateful for the less-refined, heavily-herbed version I had that evening. It was excellently pared with Machego, Pitt Basque, and Gruyere cheese and some prosciutto, and all in all, was quite delicious.
The wine selection was disappointing, ESPECIALLY since it was a French restaurant. Meridian and Beringer should not even be on the list at a French restaurant, even at happy hour. And definitely not priced at five bucks a glass. However, there is much to be said for the beer selection. Beer was three dollars a glass, including among its ranks local breweries like Karl Strauss and Delerium and imports such as Stella Artois. I can’t recall ever seeing Stella priced that low, so despite the distinctly Frenchy menu items I had ordered, I selected a Stella, which ended up paring beautifully with the charcuterie.
As Andrew and I walked home, bellies full, palates pleased, we felt that we would soon return to the restaurant that promised three dollar Stella, though I may hold off on the frog’s legs.