New Lun Ting, One of San Francisco's Last Bachelor's Cafes
|New Lun Ting's oxtail.|
New Lun Ting Cafe, on Jackson and Beckett, has been around for longer than you, and probably your parents as well. Some say it was founded before World War II; some think the cafe is even older. It has several nicknames in Chinatown: "pork chop house" -- for the cafe's most famous dish -- or one of the neighborhood's "bachelor's cafes" that single men used to frequent for homestyle American food. New Lun Ting has its own Facebook fan page. Its technicolor gravies are mysterious as they are famous.
For a restaurant whose decor has barely changed since the last world war, the place has worn well. The wood paneling that stretches two-thirds of the way to the ceiling is unscratched, the brown tiles underfoot dated but not scuzzy. The owners took out a U-shaped counter in the 1970s, one Chowhounder remembers, but replaced it with a long counter along the left wall that faces the tables and booths that crowd the dining room.
|New Lun Ting in a Hopperesque moment.|
I've ordered the oxtail twice. The beef itself is great, braised so long that it's easy to poke the meat out of its bony nooks with a fork. I have no idea, though, what the bright orange gravy that smothers the oxtail owes its color to. Carrots, perhaps? Thick lengths of them poke out of the sauce, and a bit of their sweetness does seem to leach into the gravy's pale flavor. The tennis-ball yellow of the curry lamb is easier to identify. It is a dense, forceful curry, with enough black pepper and cayenne in the spice mix to set the mouth abuzz. The lamb, with its striations of lean and fat, seems to come from the belly and flanks, and it, too, is cooked until it's more tender than it looks.