Yesterday a friend and I had lunch at Piccino in Dogpatch. The day was strangely warm, so we were able to enjoy the infrequent experience of dining outdoors in San Francisco, which was lucky because the space inside was tiny and felt a bit cramped to me.
We split a sausage pizza and the antipasto platter. The platter included fresh fava beans, olives, pecorino, a chickpea spread, pickled carrots and radishes. I think the olives were soaked in wine--they were favorites, along with the pickled carrots.
The sausage pizza was very garlicky, with a drizzle of good quality olive oil and tasty house-made sausage. The crust was unlike any I've had in San Francisco: much thinner than average, cracker-like is I think the common description, but definitely not too stiff. "Like a chewy cracker," I said to Dave MP, who thought that sounded disgusting. It was not--it was delicious, and allowed the simple toppings to shine.
The dishes made a nice light meal for two people; if you had big appetites you'd probably need more. Plating was straighforward and lovely, like the food.
My friend asked for an iced tea, which they did not have. No ice, said the server. She asked for a Diet Coke. Only Coke, said the server. I ordered an Aranciata, which came warm. I don't know if this is a function of their small size or point of view (or both). Maybe I'm a bumpkin: I like ice.
I'd definitely return next time, and maybe smuggle in some ice.
Piccino Restaurant & Coffee Bar
1001 Minnesota St, San Francisco, CA 94107