Mmmm, looks the lineups been updated a bit since last year. As for me, my wish list is as follows:

• Foreign Cinema
• supperclub san francisco
• XYZ
• Big 4
• Aziza

Reserve quick or you might miss out on the good stuff. As always, make sure you check each restaurant’s menu to make sure you aren’t paying more for a DAT meal than a normal 3 course meal. Some restaurants even offer fixed price menus for less than the DAT. Heads up!

My friend, Laurene, and I were starving, so we decided to look for something to eat in Bernal Heights. After a short deliberation (Emmy’s Spaghetti Shack was the other contender), we walked into Inkas. I’m not very familiar with Peruvian food, since I tried it for the first time when I moved up to the Bay for college. Mexican was pretty much the only Latin American cuisine that I had tried extensively. Based on my few experiences ceviche, fried chicken, and lots of potatoes seem to be the motifs of Peruvian cuisine. I’m definitely not complaining about that. Anyway, Inkas was an interesting experience, definitely one worth sharing.

The place was empty when we sat, but we had the luxury of some very personal service. Our waitress brought out a complementary glass of this purple drink, known as chicha morada. My weak Spanish skills helped here a bit, as I remembered that morada is purple maize, but the drink looked daunting. The drink itself was strong in flavor and very sweet; cloves and cinnamon give the drink a very spicy kick. I can’t say I was the greatest fan, but it was interesting and definitely an acquired taste. The waitress kept refilling the cup, so I had to drink it, since Laurene was definitely not feeling it as much, haha.

We started with the ceviche mixto, which had fish, shrimp, calamari, and mussels. This one was a winner. The lime dressing was just right and was easily one of the better ceviches I’ve had. Even came with a bit of corn and potatoes. Good stuff.

Next up was the pollo ala brasa. We ordered the half, which was more than enough for us. Nothing particularly spectacular about the chicken; it was a good piece of rotisserie chicken, with a lot of flavor in the skin. The meat itself was lacking a bit, but it was moist. The fries were run-of-the-mill flavor-wise, but they were deep-fried perfectly (soft inside, crispy outside), so they were pretty good.

I was not enthralled with this dish at all. This was the picante de mariscos, which was basically the same seafood components as the ceviche, but in a spicy chile onion cream sauce. Tasted like a Chinese dish, which isn’t bad, but not what I expected or wanted. The rice on the side just increased the Asian-ness. I think I was disappointed because I wanted something more exotic or different, but my palate associated the dish with Chinese cuisine as opposed to something more stereotypically Latin American or more specifically, Peruvian. In retrospect, I realize that I tend to categorize food into specific flavor profiles and tend to disregard anything that remotely resembles fusion cuisine as completely inauthentic. However, Peruvian cuisine is just that.. a fusion of South American, Chinese, Japanese, and Italian flavors that reflect its diverse cultural heritage. I think I have to learn to be a bit more open to flavors that crossover into unexpected places. Thanks Inkas for teaching me a gastronomic lesson, haha. Not some of the best or trendiest Peruvian food here (I think Fresca and Limon take that title in the city), but a good spot with a very friendly staff.

Inkas
3299 Mission Street, San Francisco, CA 94110
415-648-0111
They seriously have to get a real sign. Canvas just doesn’t cut it, especially if it’s over a year old.

Pizza is one of my great loves. I have to admit, I was not the biggest fan when I was a young lad; it must be the options that were given to me – Pizza Hut, Domino’s, etc. Well, something must have clicked during those long nights studying in Berkeley and the pie and I became buddies. While Cheeseboard first got the juices flowing, the Bay Area provides quite a myriad of options when it comes to pizza. Golden Boy Pizza always does the trick when I’m in North Beach. If you’re craving the Sicilian stuff, this is your spot. In fact, Golden Boy is arguably the best pizza in all the city. I said it.

I grabbed three of their slices here: pepperoni, combo, and pesto veggies. They also have a delicious garlic clam joint, which seems to have a knack for selling out right before I get in line. Sicilian pizza means square slices, which can be tough to eat (it’s okay to use a fork and knife for this one), but damn the crust on these suckers are to die for. Crispy and flaky, just the way I like it. The toppings are perfect with a sprinkle of oregano. These pieces are big, but a tad bit overpriced at $3.50 a slice. You’re paying for a piece of history here, though, so no complaining. Plus it’s cheaper than anything else you can find in that neighborhood. Golden Boy’s little neon sign acts as a delicious beacon during the late night; all the hungry ghouls who just finished hitting the club in North Beach (or is en route to another) flock here. Oh yeah, no deliveries, and no whole pies to go. Gotta make the trek to taste the goods, haha. And you should, because you might be depriving yourself from one of the finest pizzas you will ever lay your teeth into.

Golden Boy Pizza
542 Green Avenue, San Francisco, CA 94113
415-982-9738
Another cash only joint. Oh well, I can never resist this place. Great hangover cure (that’s what I heard, at least, haha).

Cioppino is one of those city/region specific dishes, intricately tied into the history and culture of a city and its people. Just like Chicago’s deep-dish pizza, New England’s clam chowder, and Texas barbeque, cioppino is uniquely a San Franciscan dish. It’s origins come from the early 1900’s when Italian fishermen, working on the wharf, would ask their colleagues for scraps of fish and whatever else for a family stew to be shared among all. While doing so, they would shout, “Chip in!” which, laden with a heavy Italian accent, became “Chip-een-o!” Hence, cioppino, a hearty seafood stew with a myriad of crab, fish, herbs, and whatever else was lying around, was born. (No, I’m not some kind of food historian, this was taken from the site.) Moving to present day, Cioppino’s, located near Fisherman’s Wharf, continues serving up the same San Franciscan classic, along with various seafood inspired Italian-American staples.

The interior of Cioppino’s is surprisingly big, including a full bar with plasma TVs, and a seemingly out of place fountain-type ornament in the center. Painted murals depicting the Italian countryside adorn the walls. In other parts, the murals are actually painted to present a faux village, real life awning included. A little cheesy, but not overwhelmingly so. The sheer size of the dining area made for a slight cavernous effect, amplifying sound that carried throughout the place. It definitely gave the impression of a warm, but noisy, hustle and bustle dining spot, which can either be fun or annoying, depending on what mood you’re in.

I went with a dungeness crab meat pizza, followed by the namesake cioppino. Topped with 3 cheeses, artichoke, sun-dried tomato and crab meat, the pizza promised to be an inventive and interesting starter. Unfortunately, it was a pretty big let down. The crab meat was simply overpowered by the strong cheesiness of the pizza, so that when I bit into it…all that the crab meat brought to the table was not flavor, but texture. Like a cheese pizza with strings on top. And not even a fantastic cheese pizza at that. The cheese lacked any real punch, and just about the only thing I really tasted in the pizza was the occasional sun-dried tomato. There was no synergy, no symphony of tastes, just one taste blaring loudly and flatly. In retrospect, I feel like crab has a light flavor, easily overshadowed by stronger flavors, and therefore ought to be treated simply and delicately, especially if the crab isn’t the freshest. Overall, a sad disappointment.

On to the star, the famed cioppino. For such a simple dish, the presentation was a bit dramatic and fun. The crab legs and claw hanging off the side of the bowl was a nice touch, as was the conveniently included crab bib. I’m sometimes tempted to believe that if you throw almost anything into a pot and simmer the hell out of it for long enough, it will almost always taste amazing. Throw in fish, crab, mussels, clams, and squid…and how can you go wrong? The broth itself wasn’t a overpowering punch-you-in-the-face tomato fest like I had been expecting, and I was delighted to find that the herbs and flavors from the seafood had balanced it out well. The snapper had to be my favorite part of the stew, the milder tasting meat did a lot to round out the saltiness and acidity of the broth. Eating the dish is fun in it’s own right also. Dipping your spoon into the opaque broth, you’re never really sure what will come up. Sometimes a cut of fish, sometimes a clam…add in the hands-on (and labor intensive) crab cracking to get at that elusively precious crab meat, and you’ve got a dish that’s not just good…it’s interactive.

The crab itself wasn’t as fresh as I would’ve liked..a little dry and lacking in flavor. And the broth was balanced at first, but as you start hitting the bottom, the soup becomes overpowered by the taste of fennel. A tell-tale sign that they’re using powdered fennel, which sinks with time. Indeed, towards the bottom, the soup becomes almost too salty and too herby. Despite these setbacks, the dish was altogether hearty and delicious. And honestly, if you serve me enough seafood, I’m generally pretty happy. I left surprisingly full and mostly satisfied.

As it would seem, most Bay Area folk would tell you to avoid eating at Fisherman’s Wharf. The place is usually chock full of tourists at all times, whom, to the modern day business owner, are readily separated from their money by cheap souvenirs and overpriced food. Cioppino’s, at a glance, is no different. Most of the food doesn’t seem entirely impressive, and I definitely feel the menu is overpriced. That said, the cioppino here is definitely worth a try, if not only to give it a shot and engage in city culture, but simply because it’s pretty good.

Cioppino’s
400 Jefferson Street
San Francisco, CA
(415) 775-9311
Man, it’s good to be back in the bay.
Congrats to my boy Cates, hope the meal was up to snuff.

Finding delicious treasures is fun. Especially ones in the middle of tall, dusty warehouses. Slow Club sits on the edge of the Mission and SOMA, far from the hustle and bustle of the taquerias and fruit markets. Across the street from grimy MUNI buses and carved inside of a cold slab of stone, you can find a dark cave that holds a bunch of treasure, namely lots of loud, hip folks sharing some pretty good comfort food.

Check out the inside, with those beams chilling right in the middle. The industrial look is alive and well here at Slow Club, and although it may be a bit sterile, it works. The stone keeps the noise in, so the volume keeps cranking up as more and more people get their chow on. It’s a stone cave, with little lighting, but the lighting gives the place that underground feel. I can’t even imagine how dark it must be after sunset. One interesting observation: most of the dudes had facial hair (I was one of them), so if you have a Y chromosome, grow some fuzz before you chow down. Good service, very helpful, but with an attitude. The server noticed and then proceeded to fix our wobbly table, which I very very much appreciated. Pretty impressive.

I love them pizzas, so when I saw the grilled flatbread with montasio, white anchovies, and heirloom spinach, I couldn’t help myself. Good thing I didn’t hold back from ordering or I would have been a sorry man. The flatbread was crisp and flaky, with just enough chewiness. The montasio was creamy and the perfect canvas for its toppings. The anchovies added just the right amount of salt and the spinach evened the flavor out. Sometimes I just can’t understand why those ninja turtles never liked anchovies. The appetizer was a great start and the sheer size meant I could have stopped there, but I didn’t!

If I’m ordering pizza, I might as well order the other American favorite, the burger. Slow Club doesn’t even try to give it a fancy name, but instead loads it up with fancy ingredients like balsamic onions, Prather Ranch dry-aged ground beef, aioli, and gorgonzola. Damn, what a tasty burger. The meat was cooked perfectly juicy and the fries were some of the best ever. Even though it just had some parsley on it, they were fried just right. Sorry Pearl’s, but this burger has you beat. Too bad you have to cough up a little more dough to get it. Might be one of the best I have ever tasted. No joke.

I also tried the fresh egg pappardelle. The braised short ribs were sinfully smooth and melted in your mouth, but the sauce was lacking; just didn’t quite have the oomph that I was expecting.. The currents gave it a bit of a tart and sweet kick, but I couldn’t figure out what it was missing. The pappardelle itself was amazing; you could tell that the noodles were hand-prepared with some love.

Be prepared to wait because they don’t take reservations. The place is as trendy as ever and people come in droves for the food. The menu changes according to season and the chef’s whim. Would I recommend it? Definite yep. But you better have the swagger or look the part (probably be under 40 also), otherwise you might feel a bit out of place. And damn, you can actually watch the chef make the food. Amazing. Being able to serve 40 people with a kitchen like that takes some serious skill. Slow Club should be one of your after-work hangouts if you live or work anywhere nearby. Something about that stone cave in the middle of nowhere.

Slow Club
2501 Mariposa Street, San Francisco, CA 94110
415-241-9390
Check it. Even the workers on break are hip.

(Note: This review was unfortunately written several months after we visited the restaurant)

I’m not a foodie. Let me just say that and get the hard part out of the way. And as a writer who isn’t foodie, I’ll honestly say I have no idea how to write about food. So what’s a non-foodie like me doing writing a review of a well known, pan-asian fusion restaurant* called The Slanted Door? Who knows. But quite frankly, judging by the size of the crowd on a any given evening, this restaurant just might be review proof. Still with me?

If nothing else, The Slanted Door has one unbeatable location. It’s situated right in San Francisco’s ferry building, on the back side overlooking the Bay Bridge. If you’re not sitting at a table with a harbor view, rest assured knowing it’s close by. The decoration is equally impressive, oozing with style and a hip atmosphere. Hard, black walls with glass overhangs, glossy and slightly asymmetrical tables, black leather seats or other comfortable chairs, get where I’m going here?

The menu itself is pretty minimalistic. It’s a long piece of paper: similar to parchment paper. Nothing more, nothing less. We ordered six dishes, family style, most of the names I don’t remember by now: Vietnamese Spring Rolls, Shaking Beef, a Fried Noodle of sorts, Spicy Prawns, Steamed Duck, and something I can only remember as the Dirty Girl. By the way, if you’re lucky too, order the Dirty Girl. You’ll see why.

First up, the spring rolls. They come in fours, with a side of peanut sauce. These were good, but standard. You’ll find better, and cheaper counterparts at a local pho store if you have one. The peanut sauce, however, is quite killer.

Unfortunately we didn’t take a picture of this, the glorious Shaking Beef, until we ate half of it. If you come to The Slanted Door for nothing else, come to try this. It’s steak served with some sauteed veggies, along with another kind of sauce I can’t remember anymore. It’s seared, full of flavor, and cooked perfectly. And the veggies are good too. Bonus points.

If my memory isn’t playing tricks with me, I think this was a fried noodle with crab meat. And it definitely did not come to us as messy as it looks here. As you’d expect, the noodles were light, but crisp and still were able to capture a nice, slightly salty taste. Nothing like the bland, boiled noodle then fried with a touch of soy sauce you might expect.

Up next, some spicy prawns. Along with some equally spicy vegetables. If you like really spicy food this probably isn’t your thing, because the prawns in truth weren’t actually that hot (and this comes from a boy whose heritage demands non-spicy food). Nonetheless, the prawns were solid. The spice is fully cooked throughout the shrimp and isn’t just a taste you’ll find if you nibble on the outer edge.

Now, for the duck. If I recall, this was a duck steamed in some sort of tea aroma. The flavor was a little too light. Clean, but too light. It could have used a bit more of a kick. It was cooked well though, and the texture was good.

And “last”, the Dirty Girl. Okay, so the name was longer and more indicative of what we would receive, which is essentially stir fried green beans and some mushrooms. Out of everything we tried, this is probably the most disappointing. The beans were a little too crunchy, the mushrooms too ordinary, and the taste was lacking in both. So, why order it, like I mentioned earlier? Because if you’re lucky, like we were, the waiter might midunderstand you and bring you this instead.

Halibut. This, was good. The halibut had a great sear on the top and bottom of it. Chock full of taste, the top gave the fish a nice crispy outside to accompany an incredible, soft interior. One of the best filets of fish I’ve had.

Overall, for all six dishes (the Halibut was free), we paid roughly $33 per person, for four people. Was I full? No. Satisfied? Well, yes. There are definitely some dishes here that I recommend coming just to try. The place definitely comes with style, a nice location and a grand view. And it’s definitely for the hip and young crowd. Does it warrant continual visits? Jury’s out.

* – The Slanted Door’s official website claims they’re a Vietnamese restaurant. This author still sticks to his guns about his own personal description.

The Slanted Door
1 Ferry Building #3
San Francisco, CA 94111

http://www.slanteddoor.com/

Man, when I think of Noe Valley, all I see is a little hood chock full of those yuppies, working 9-5 for the man downtown. Yet swirling in that mist of yuppiness, stands a little tasty food treasure named Firefly. It sure does a great job serving up some great American cuisine with a feel that is both hipster and homey without all that pretentiousness. Simply a great place to enjoy a savory meal with good company. While all the Gary Dankos and Michael Minas may stand at the top of the SF food chain, Firefly captures the bright soul of the city in a small unassuming place… and I loved it.

I’ve never seen a firefly in real life. Probably because I’m a Californian born and raised. Don’t have too many around here especially for a suburbanite like me. Just like its namesake, there’s a simple beauty to the restaurant that captivates you. Normally I don’t focus on the setting, but Firefly has got the ambiance down. Great lighting, matching artwork, light music, and a very comfortable mood. Nothing over the top or hipster-riffic. Nothing too fancy. Simple and charming. Waitstaff attended to every need and was extremely courteous. I always appreciate menus that are small and well-crafted (not too mention well-designed), especially the ones that make me flip flop back and forth between dishes right until the waitress comes up and asks me what I want. When everything makes your mouth salivate, the restaurant has to be a decent one.

Before we jump into the dishes, the Acme bread and roasted pepper hummus was a nice start. I love butter on my bread, but a tasty spread to begin a meal is always a treat. I wanted the shrimp and scallop pot stickers, but my friend and I ended up ordering the Corn and Goat Cheese Souffle to start. I figure I could imagine their delicious flavor. Might as well try something a little more fancy. The souffle had a crispy exterior, creamy interior, a well-cooked souffle. Size was small, but flavor was big. The roasted pepper coulis was a great complement to the cheese.

The main dishes were great. I had the Roasted Duck Breast and my friend had the Loch Duarte Salmon Filet. My duck breast was juicy and tender, with a seasoned crispy skin. The jus wasn’t anything special, though. The chanterelle mushroom cornmeal crepes were nothing more than corn tortillas with mushrooms inside, but they tasted phenomenal. Seriously, the flavor of the mushrooms were absolutely wonderful and almost trumped the duck as the premier flavor on the plate. The salmon was good, but nothing great. The crust on the salmon was perfect, though; I don’t like I’ve had a better crusted salmon filet before. Flavor-wise, the salmon had to rely on the roasted corn sauce as it couldn’t really hold up on its own. The pesto potatoes were tasty, but the pesto could have used a little more punch.

I ordered an espresso shot, which is unusual for me, but I needed a quick jolt and I thought it would go well with the Chocolate Ganache Tart. Sadly, it came out at least 7 minutes before the desserts. Yes, 7. I counted. Anyway, the espresso was mediocre and was actually a bit over-roasted. My friend ordered the Blueberry Brioche Bread Pudding, which was sweet and sublime. I love bread pudding and this one was great, but it seems almost too fancy for bread pudding. The ganache tart was so incredibly rich and the tart had a flaky and crispy crust. The cherry vanilla ice cream was pretty darn tasty too. Yeah, I enjoyed the desserts. A lot. Damn sweet tooth.

Firefly was all that I wanted. Great food, great atmosphere, and great presentation. Would I come back? Of course. You should go too. The prix fixe menu is in effect from Sunday to Thursday, which nets you an appetizer, main, and dessert for $35. Pretty sweet deal, I’d say. Otherwise, be prepared to spend about 40 a head, not including any firewater. Great winelist, by the way, with choices for all budgets. Love it, definitely a San Francisco culinary jewel.

Firefly
4288 24th Street, San Francisco, CA 94114
415-821-7652
They have a sweet water closet. Use it.

As a food lover, I love the people and places that painstakingly supply my needy tongue and stomach. The fishermen, the butcher, the grocery bagger. The farmer’s market, the local supermarket, the open at 5am donut shop. Missing that feeling of culinary wonder in sleepy San Mateo, I heard of little grocery store in the Mission that serves up some swell deli treats and is conveniently located next to the Dolores Park for a nice Sunday picnic. There stands Bi-Rite Market, which prides itself on being a community-oriented grocery market. I think they’re doing a pretty good job of living up to the billing.

Granted I am super spoiled by my four sweet years of living nearby the undisputed king of markets, Berkeley Bowl, I have to hand it to Bi-Rite for their extremely friendly and helpful service. They pass out happiness like candy and are more than willing to help you find what you’re looking for. Organic fruit, handmade chocolate, wines and beers… you name it, they probably have it and it’s locally-grown, earth-friendly, and/or artisan-made. Unfortunately, being a do-gooder ain’t cheap. Bi-Rite isn’t exactly on the cheap end, but they don’t charge you an arm and a leg like Whole Foods. Plus, you know this place is all about serving the neighborhood instead of stockholders.

They have a pretty sweet deli, with all the cheeses and cured meats you could ask for, plus a lot a lot of in-house prepared foods. I picked up an avocado chicken salad bacon tomato sandwich, which was probably the best chicken salad sandwich I have ever laid my teeth into. Well, we all know that bacon makes all things better, but the soft focaccia was the perfect complement to the chicken salad. I sat on the grass at Dolores while munching it down with a side of Black Pepper Kettle Chips and I was in a state of simple joy.

All in all, a great place for all your food-related needs. It’s too bad I live a little too far from Bi-Rite, otherwise they would probably have a new regular. I didn’t get a chance to try their ice creamery, which is just a quick jump across the street, but I will. By the looks of the lines and the screaming kids on a Sunday morning, it’s got to be decent. A neighborhood treasure, Bi-Rite is a market for the people, the way it should be.

Bi-Rite Market
3639 18th Street., San Francisco, CA 94110
415-241-9760
Buy local, buy fresh!

I love hamburgers. Big, small, greasy, cheesy, chili-filled. I would even argue that nothing else represents American food in the summer than the hamburger (ironic that it’s got a German name though, haha). Can’t say I’m not always in the mood for them, but when I want one, the feeling is fierce. Since my friend and I wanted to check out the sweet threads and kicks at HUF, I decided that a stop at Pearl’s in Nob Hill was necessary. Quite a nice little store, very clean for a neighborhood burger joint – maybe too clean – and with some very tasty offerings. I love the menus with the removable plastic letters. I don’t know why, but it gives places a homey feel.

Pearl’s has some damn good burgers. I ordered the Prize Pearl – the blue cheese, bacon, and grilled onion special burger. For some reason, I cannot resist the ooey-gooey moldiness of blue cheese on my hamburgers. It’s simply my favorite cheese. Bacon, always a must for many warm-blooded males. The burger was good. Real good. Juicy and pink inside. The bacon was crispy. Cheese dripping everywhere. The conversation stopped quick when the food hit the table. I also got the sweet potato fries and onion rings on the side. Decent fries and rings, but a bit soggy. Nothing to write home about.

The prices are decent. I spent about $10 for my meal. Lots of other choices, such as chicken, turkey, natural beef, etc. for the picky ones. And if you saw that sign, yes they do have sliders. It’s open late on Friday and Saturday, which is a plus if you’re hungry after hitting the scene. Trying the buffalo burger next time I hit HUF, which will probably be soon, knowing my penchant for sneakers of all shapes and colors. Check Pearl’s out. It’s good.

Pearl’s Deluxe Burgers
708 Post St., San Francisco, CA 94109
415-409-6120
They take call-in orders from all you suits or hypebeasts at HUF.

Okay, I have been pining to check out Tajine for a long time. I have always been a fan of Moroccan cuisine with all their hearty flavors and the multitude of aromatic spices. The liberal use of lamb doesn’t hurt either. They recently moved to their new digs on Polk, but I have heard nothing but glowing reviews of this place and their incredible cook. Finally had time to make my way out there and I came out a pretty happy man (pretty full, too).

Quick food lesson for y’all. Tajine is both the name of the dish and the actual ceramic apparatus used to cook the dish in. The device has two parts, consisting of a cone-like top and a bottom dish. The cone top returns the condensation in a cycle, like a terrarium, to keep the meat and vegetables tender and moist inside. Tajine dishes are usually slow cooked at low temperatures with tons of delicious aromatic vegetables and spices. Food lesson over! The restaurant had a very simple interior, nothing too fancy, nothing out of the ordinary. Whatever, I wanted some Moroccan food badly at this point. Get the mint tea – if it’s free (at least it was for me). I ended up ordering the eponymous lamb dish and vegetable couscous.

Unfortunately, I neglected to take a picture of the homemade bread, but you’ll have to believe me when I say it was delicious. Crispy on the outside, light and airy on the inside. Simply great. The lamb tajine, which seems to be the signature dish, was excellent. The lamb was extremely tender and the stewed prunes soaked up all of the seasonings from the braising sauce. Wish the portion was a bit larger, but some of the best prepared lamb I’ve ever had.

The vegetable couscous was good, but nothing spectacular. I enjoyed the variety of vegetables, particularly the turnips, but I didn’t come away too impressed. The couscous was cooked well, with a light and airy body.

Of course, being the fool I was I neglected to have cash on hand, so I ended up running across the street to hit up some ATM, which sucked hard. Bring your skrilla. Oh and if you want some spirits, bring your own because they don’t serve alcohol. Would recommend to anyone looking for a decently priced Moroccan dish. It’s no Aziza, but definitely has a much homier and friendlier feel.

Tajine
1338 Polk St., San Francisco, CA 94109
415-440-1718
Cash only. No booze.