Wendy Wyant Hector

Always eating, drinking, writing, cooking.

About Me

After finishing my MA in creative writing, I spent many years working full-time in restaurants, with stints as a sommelier, beverage manager, bartender, and server. Eventually, the two worlds combined and I began writing about food and drink. My work has appeared in the San Francisco Examiner, SF Weekly, Eater, and Daily Meal. My main area of expertise is wine, and in 2021 I earned the WSET Diploma. I'm also an avid home cook, and was once a finalist in the Gilroy Garlic Festival recipe contest.

The Hill(s) I'll Die On

I never use generative AI in any of my brainstorming, writing, or editing. I firmly believe that it has no place in food writing, just as I firmly believe that commercial ketchup is an abomination and that pineapple has no place on pizza.

Get in Touch

wendywyant@gmail.com

A taste of my work

Tasty buns, noodles at new brick-and-mortar Chairman

The Chairman needs no introduction. A staple of the Bay Area food truck scene for years, its bright red panda logo is nearly as recognizable as the Giants’ orange SF — OK, maybe not to some people, but definitely to me and my fellow food-obsessed. As much as I love their buns, though, and it’s a lot (please feel free to insert your own “bun”-related jokes here), it’s kind of a pain to track their truck all over town whenever a bao craving strikes.That’s why I squealed with glee when I discovered...

Montesacro brings Rome – and delicious pinsa – to The City

The first time I stepped onto a Roman street it felt like home. The breezy sun-filled air vibrated with familiarity that radiated from the cobblestones. Though I only understood a few phrases, melodious Italian filled my ears with a tone that tugged at some mystic ancient memory as I wandered from Monteverde to the Aventine, Vatican City to Trastevere, letting my feet guide me, barely needing a map, feeling for all the world like I’d walked these streets before in some long-forgotten life.As far...

Classic pizza is done right at Long Bridge in Dogpatch

This seems to be the philosophy at Long Bridge Pizza Co. in the Dogpatch, and it works. Pizza is pretty much all that’s served in this modern, linear space (along with some wine and beer, now that their license is happily in effect), and that dedication to a single thing shows in their carefully crafted pies. The menu here isn’t cluttered with dreary pastas or lackluster chicken wings. It’s focused on the one thing that matters: pizza.What I like about Long Bridge is that they’re not trying to o...

Can’t go wrong with a pork-laden torta at Ciudad de Mexico

The excitement never faded. Even after the 10th time, as I unwrapped the yellow paper and gently split the round bread in half along the seam to reveal its inner layers, I hummed a happy little tune like a kid at Christmas unwrapping a video game. You can tell by the weight and shape it’s a video game. But which one? What magical, weapon-wielding, slam-dunking, space-racing adventures are in store?In this case, the item in hand with such a familiar weight and shape was not a game, but a torta. S...

Even the grub is good at The Willows, a perfect pub

There’s something about a pub, a real pub, that is honest and heartwarming and somehow necessary for my soul to rightfully flourish in this world.The atmosphere should be casual, fun and conducive to all-day drinking, and the food should be affordable and deliciously unhealthy. At most places, at least one of these things is lacking.Most pubs throw fried snacks in front of patrons as an afterthought, as merely a way of greasing people’s bellies to keep them drinking longer. You know what I mean:...