Last week, SFist and its international possy of culinary investigators headed off to Clement Street in search of somewhere to eat beginning with the letter B. Intrigued by the promise of food from a country neither of the three Brits, the Texan Princess or Le Monsieur F had ever visited nor were likely to visit any time in the near future, Burma Superstar was democratically elected as the place to taste and experience some Burmese cuisine

From the restaurant's glamorous name you might imagine Burma Superstar to be a glitzy, fashionable place, with sexy decor and a rock-chick clientelle. But aside from the flashy Neon sign next to the door and the throng of anxious groupies waiting outside for a Superstar waiter to appear and tell them that their table is at long last ready, Burma Superstar is simply a slightly shabby, noisy, busy and popular place where friends gather to share food family style. Even on a Monday evening this place was packed solid. The customers are excitable, the atmosphere is fun and just a bit crazy.

SFist Sam, contributing.