Salumeria

Flour + Water is my neighbor.  Whenever I happen to be outside near my apartment round 5, there is, without-fail, a line extending down the block.  How can this be?  There are so many amazing restaurants in San Francisco, I can barely decide where to eat.  Regardless, I must somewhat ashamedly admit, I have never been to Flour + Water.  It is not that I am disinterested, or that I am doubtful it is worth the wait.  It must be, given the omnipresent line.  It is that when I want to go out to dinner, I want to go out, not just walk across the street.  Especially if it requires planning, which this evidently does.  Who puts in place a plan to walk across the street?  I can't, it just seems wrong.  I could wait in the line, but this also seems absurd to me, given I could just as well sit at home on my sofa (or sprawled flat on my back in the center of the living room, which seems to be my favorite place of late).  If they had pick-up, I would have probably bought at least 10 pizzas at this point.

Back to my point, though; the Salumeria, which was recently opened by the owners of Flour + Water.  I love to live in the city for countless reasons, but near the top of the list is that I like to walk to wherever I am going.  Friends tease me about this, because within a 2-mile radius, I will nearly always walk to my destination.  If I am not in the mood to walk, I won't go.  If it is an appointment, and there is no choice but to take some other means of transit, I will do so, but very, very irritably.  When I run out of coffee beans, I walk to Ritual, or Four Barrel.  Recently, more so to Atlas cafe for Stumptown, because it is oh-so-close, and I cannot be out of coffee, and never think ahead.  I will walk to Rainbow Grocery, or Bi-Rite, and out to dinner in the Mission no matter what vertiginous heels I am wearing  The Salumeria, though, is now my neighborhood best friend, and by a long-shot.  After work, if I can make it home in time, I drop by and get a salad.  I nearly always get some wedge of cheese, and if I can rationalize a treat, the duck liver mousse or a slice of terrine.  I have bought jars of pasta sauce, and cartons of berries; prosciutto.  It is expensive, but all of it is good, and it always gets eaten, and not wasted.  On weekends, I like to get espresso, and sit in the courtyard of Central Kitchen.

If you live in SF, or are even just visiting, you should go.  You may see me there.

Salumeria, Mission SF