Friday Pizza Night is highly anticipated every week. On vacation this anticipation is hightened by the unfamiliar and unexpected.
On our first day in San Francisco, we located North Beach, the Italian section. We vowed to return for Pizza. So, when Friday evening rolled around, we headed to North Beach and began strolling down Columbus Avenue.
The best way to find the best pizza is to ask the locals, so we interrupted a few young women who were seated outside a bistro at a wrought-iron table, sipping coffee. They looked friendly enough.
"Where's the best pizza? Hmm... I'd say go down to the airport and hop on a plane to New York. The thinner the better." After further questioning and zero new insights, we decided to continue down the street--peering in the windows to get a glimpse of the food, ambiance, and clientel, and reading the menus to see if they looked authentic and if they offered what were were looking for-- the culmination of our anticipation.
We stumbled upon L'Osteria del Forno-- a tiny shoebox of a restaurant packed with people. When choosing your own restaurant with little guidance, the busier the better.
Surprisingly, we were seated right away. After ordering what could easily be the worst glass of wine ever tasted, we realized we could play a favorite game--guess the realationship of the people at the neighboring tables.
On our first day in San Francisco, we located North Beach, the Italian section. We vowed to return for Pizza. So, when Friday evening rolled around, we headed to North Beach and began strolling down Columbus Avenue.
The best way to find the best pizza is to ask the locals, so we interrupted a few young women who were seated outside a bistro at a wrought-iron table, sipping coffee. They looked friendly enough.
"Where's the best pizza? Hmm... I'd say go down to the airport and hop on a plane to New York. The thinner the better." After further questioning and zero new insights, we decided to continue down the street--peering in the windows to get a glimpse of the food, ambiance, and clientel, and reading the menus to see if they looked authentic and if they offered what were were looking for-- the culmination of our anticipation.
We stumbled upon L'Osteria del Forno-- a tiny shoebox of a restaurant packed with people. When choosing your own restaurant with little guidance, the busier the better.
A few delightful rounds of the game later, our Pizza arrived:
Salsiccia- mushrooms, italian sausage, mozzarella, tomato sauce
It was absolutely delicious. Extremely thin and perfectly balanced with cheese and sauce and amazing sausage to top it off. With little room on the table, the waitress delivered our meal slice by slice until the entire pie was devoured. Our compliments to the chef (or pizzaioli)!
So if the best pizza is in New York, and the pizza at L'Osteria was this amazing, logic follows that we'll need to get to NYC ASAP.
...Suggestions?
NOTE: As you may have noticed earlier, Friday Night Pizza is now a proper noun: Pizza. Pizza at any other time or day is simply: pizza.
My suggestion is that you update. ASAP.
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