Well Crap. I’d intended to post this while I was in San Francisco but it ended up in a drafts fiolder instead. What the hell.
Monday night, when I got here, the concierge in the hotel (yep, it’s fancy enough for one of them) recommended this Italian restaurant called Cafe Tiramisu on Belden Place. I had to walk a few blocks down Montgomery to Bush St. and then up to Belden. Well, my first mistake Monday night was to head up the South side of Bush St. and I missed Belden Place completely. An honest mistake. It seems that they give names to alleys nobody could drive down even on a motor scooter or a bicycle. Who knew?
However, I I knew it had to be somewhere in the general area, so this time I walked up the other side of the street and whammo, there it was. Belden Place is a group of restaurants that all face into this alley. They all have tables outside that leave only a small pathway through along the wall of the adjacent building and they station people along the wall to intercept you and tell you about the menu for each restaurant.
I don’t know why, but beautiful young women always try to hit up on old guys, but they do it differently now. They use their sex to get us interested in food. The blonde hostess for the French restaurant next door tried to ensnare me, but she used escargot. The hostess for Cafe Tiramisu was no exception either. But she whispered fresh-made pasta in my ear and it was all over. I immediately lost all desire to look any further down the alley. There were other restaurants down there but I don’t know what they were.
Their selections included a ravioli made with Dungeness crab with leeks in a lobster bisque and saffron sauce and that’s what I went with. They brought out a nice-sized chunk of bread and some olive oil with tons of basil in it with my wine while I waited. When the ravioli came out, it looked wonderful and it tasted good, too. The sauce was fine, but not astonishing or anything. The crab meet wasn’t totally shellless, but the pieces were very tiny. But the pasta was tissue thin and delicious. I also had a Hazlenut Creme Brule which was huge and good, but cold. All in all, I probably shoulda gone with Southern Beale’s Chinese recommendation. Oh, and a good dinner for one in San Fran can run you $50 easy, without breaking a sweat trying.