Mar
3
Danielle calls me at work Thursday to tell me that a job she was really excited about, has offered her the position. Wow! So exciting, so we celebrate.
We both were feeling like pasta, and there’s only one place in San Francisco we go to celebrate with pasta. North Beach!
North Beach is the little Italy of San Francisco. If you go around looking for it, you’ll see signs say “North Beach” with a little arrow, and a picture of Italy.
Our conditions for choosing our restaurant (choice is a big deal!) was: quiet, cute, and provides lots of noodles in their dishes.
We ended up here…
Its hard to read, but it says Cafe Delucchi.
Strange enough, we go in, and there’s these 3 people talking in the corner, they are quite social and have lots of interesting things to eves drop on. Later we see one of the guys going around talking and servicing people, seems he’s either the owner or the manager. Though he had a distinct owner feel.
Here is what we had for dinner.
My dish is the red one, it was chicken with red peppers in a spicy sauce. Danielle had a fettuccine dish with peas and prosciutto in an Alfredo sauce.
Now that I’ve typed all that, I don’t really feel like reviewing the food. It was, ok. I would rate it a 2.5 on a scale of 5. We’ve been spoiled a bit as we got to try some really great restaurants in Seattle before leaving, and in comparison to that, this just doesn’t compare.
As a side note, I would like to say that after my last pasta dish, in a restaurant I don’t quite remember, I have sworn off Ragout sauce. I thought it was just the way it was made, but I have come to the realization that Ragout sauce just tastes like Chef Boyardee Spaghetti O’s. Which I just can’t take, especially if I’m paying 15.00 dollars for the plate.