Patricia Unterman sucks up her distaste for beer, entrusting the Zuni vets at The Monk's Kettle to win her over, and they do: "Anyone can handle ordering food here. Have a house-ground Niman burger on a soft bun ($11) with crisp, skinny fries. It arrived cooked a perfect medium-rare ... Blackboards with chalk separate the kitchen from the rest of the room, and patrons write poems or beer suggestions or draw pictures on them. The Monk’s Kettle is that kind of place — rigorous in its mission and casual and affordable in its demeanor. The operation might just convert a few wine drinkers, if they can elbow their way in." [SFE]
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