Sorry it's taken me awhile to respond with my Roseville experience. Two weeks spent north of Sacto(tho' I went clubbing there twice, and got into The City twice as well, revisiting old haunts).
Iron Grill
2030 Douglas Blvd.
Ste 22
Roseville, CA 95661
in the same mall as my store, decent dolsot bibimbap, okay banchan, cool, contemporary multi-phased lighting above the exhaust hoods
Strings Italian Cafe'
1900 Douglas Blvd.
Roseville, CA 95661
plebeian Italian, sriously; I left 2/3rds of my margherita pizza in the room fridge and forgot about it for two weeks
In-N-Out Burger
near the hotel, many locations, my first stop after the airport arrival; animal style, baby...fries still and always will, suck
Islands
1902 Taylor Road
Roseville, CA 95661
I think it's run by a cult, but some of the nicest, well-programmed staff I've ever encountered...good food, too...I love it when a place's default burger is exactly how I like mine done(lettuce, tomato, mustard, onion, pickles-optional-). Good burgers, surprisingly good white people tacos and ranchero beans, nice, shatteringly-crisp onion rings, and decent craft beers. Entertainment in the form of indulgently-friendly California waitstaff and the relentless, hyper-trained manner with which they mechanically-bus (neat surfboard-inspired) tables all the same way...as if they are being timed(which they probably are). I ate there way too many times, it was right by the hotel. I almost became a fixture: "Oh, look it's totally-exhausted guy-who tips well-stumbling through the lobby and asking for a booth and a beer!" I kid, I like a little Process creepiness factor with my food.
Denny's
Burger King
where they put mayo on my angry burger, why would you put mayo on an already-mayosauced burger? ick
Dos Coyotes Border Cafe'
Roseville at Rocky Ridge Town Center
2030 Douglas Blvd.
completely under-seasoned "healthy" Mexican favorites(apparently, "healthy" equates with no salt, period), okay salsa bar, though, esp. the hot salsas and that one seasonal pomegranate one
ate there a few times out of necessity and convenience
in the same mall: Noah's New York Bagels
how long does it take to toast a freaking plain bagel and add a schmear of cream cheese...holy Jesus...are you freaking kidding me
went back a second time and, "Oh my hellish Christ, really? really? It wasn't just a fluke!? You guys are actually working at the speed of death."
San Francisco:
tried getting into The Slanted Door, just for a drink mind you, and COOKBOOK RELEASE HYSTERIA!!! ...I mean, it's always busy, but, fuck me
went to Hog Island instead(actually dined there twice---each time I got back into San Francisco...raw oysters, delish, great cilantro-redolent mignonette, good selection of local wines)
first trip into The City, compatriot wanted bread bowl chowder a la Fisherman's Wharf, so that's what we did
second trip I was team leader and we started out once more at Pier 39/Fisherman's Wharf(sigh), but had great, strong Bloody Mary's at Neptune's Waterfront Grill and Bar, Building K, Level 2
then, I led them into the (once upon a time) Heart of Darkness: Polk Gulch where we had drinks at
Hemlock Tavern
1131 Polk St. @ Post
San Francisco
formerly The Giraffe a notorious snooty gay videobar I refused to ever step foot in, now it's a pretty cool little dive-ish drinking hole with it's own enclosed smoking room
then up the street to one of the only bars left in that rapidly-gentrifying area from my heydey:
Cinch Saloon(aka The Cinch)
1723 Polk St.
San Francisco
I love The Cinch, utterly without pretension, just a place to shoot pool, drink whatever, and hang...a beautiful thing that it remains unswayed by the rigors of time(except they lost their music license when the fucking yuppies bought condos right above the venerable bar, shades of Chicago's Lounge Ax, I hate hearing when that kind of shit happens, fucking yuppies).
later that evening I led my passel of game straight people up to The Castro where we just kind of collapsed in the closest place at hand. I'd walked their feet off, but I warned them
Orphan Andy's
3991 17th St.
San Francisco
I always thought Orphan Andy's offered stellar afterbar diner food
We rode the trolley back down to The Embarcadero and drove home, flew out the next morning
Being gauche rocks, stun the bourgeoisie