Well. Rose Pistola was nothing short of crappy when we recently went there for lunch on Sunday with friends from Manhattan. To be fair, our waitperson was excellent, often having to apologize for various blunders. Gruesome typos on the menu for starters, but that's easily overlooked when you consider what the kitchen tried to pass off as a lamb sandwich. The meat, or what used to be meat, was a gnarled, dried-out, grey shingle lying on a puffy piece of foccacia. In fact, I banged it on the side of my plate for the sheer comedy of it all. Our waitperson was appalled and immediately exchanged it for a steak sandwich which arrived with a couple of thumb-sized chunks of fat attached. (Perhaps they were low on meat in the pantry? Or perhaps the great gobs of gorgonzola were supposed to disguise the poor quality meat?) Aside from the lamb sandwich, everything else was okay. Not great, not even remarkable. Just okay. Not exactly what you expect when you're shelling out relatively big $. We'd have been much happier had we gone to Mario's for meatball sandwiches from the toaster oven behind the bar. But no, we wanted to show our NY friends that SF has really good Italian food. We know it's not at Rose Pistola.