Ready to enjoy sips and noshes from Soulva, Hawker Fare, Trick Dog, Dandelion Chocolate, Humphry Slocombe, Nopa, August 1 Five, and so many more, all in one spot for one night only?
You can at the ninth annual “Taste of Potrero,” 7 p.m. to 10 p.m. May 2 at The Midway, 900 Marin St. in San Francisco. Yes, it’s on a Thursday night. But Thursday is the new Friday, isn’t it?
More than 60 of the Bay Area’s best restaurants, bars, breweries and winemakers will come together for this annual fund-raiser for Daniel Webster Elementary School in San Francisco. All proceeds from the event go to the school, providing more than 75 percent of the Home and School Club budget, as well as arts enrichment programs, classroom supplies, computer instruction and literacy professionals. Since 2011, this event has raised more than $760,000 for the school.
Tickets are $150 each for general admission; $250 each for VIP access that allows you early access starting at 6 p.m.
CONTEST: One lucky Food Gal reader will win a pair of free tickets (valued at a total of $300) to the event, which will feature The Morris, Gibson, Dumpling Time, Oren’s Hummus, The Slanted Door, and more.
The contest, open to those who can make it to the event that date, will run through midnight PST April 27. Winner will be announced April 29.
How to win?
Just tell me one of your greatest memories about elementary school.
Here’s mine:
“Does anyone remember playing high-jump, where you’d knot rubber bands together to form a rope held taut at each end by one of your friends? We’d all take turns jumping over it, as the rubber-brand rope got lifted higher and higher, from ankle height to hip to waist to shoulder and so on until it finally reached “heads,” and then crested at one-inch above that. You’d have to jump over each height level cleanly, without letting a foot or ankle pull down the rope, before you could go on to attempt the next level higher. “Heads” was always my nemesis. Until the day it wasn’t. I clearly remember that moment in first grade. I steeled myself, stared down that rubber-band chain, and went for it. Over I went, clearing for the first time “heads.” I remember the elation I felt, like the world was all of a sudden mine, like a new door had been flung open. Of course, I was brought back to Earth when I landed — twisting my left ankle in the process. My leg was in a cast for weeks afterward. But hey, that’s a whole ‘nother story.”