I'm hungry, so I'm whining.
There is not one decent pizza to be found in SF. Sorry. It's the plain stinkin' truth.
I was a piedriver in high school. It was an honorable and not too humiliating summer job. As far as summer fast food-related jobs went it was OK. Not too greasy, not ensconced in some horrible mall, and only the shirt was polyester. I always felt so sorry for the Hotdog-On-A-Stick girls; those uniforms... I worked for Domino's, made enough cash to buy beer, gas, and guitar strings, went off-roading in the Domino's delivery truck while they weren't looking, nearly destroyed my dad's '67 Volvo, and probably hacked several years off my life by cramming all the pizza I could eat down my throat. At the Encinitas Domino's, it was a fun job. Lots of newly-arrived rich folks who tipped really well.
But, goddamnit, something is very wrong with the pie industry around here. Tonight, over 18 years after my days as a pie jockey, I got home from a Bedrockers rehearsal and all I wanted was a medium pepmush pizza to be delivered to my door. How hard can that be?
Brother's Pizza, my neighbors, have turned me off for good. Besides the OK-at-best pie, it seems they have a little Two Buck Chuck scam going on. They raid Trader Joe's for all the $24 cases they can get their grubby hands on, and turn around and sell the bottles for $9 each. I'm terrible at math, but that kind of markup leaves plain old free marketism in the dust. TJs isn't a wholesale outlet or a distributor, and I reckon that's gotta be seriously illegal. After 11 years I'm done with Brother's. Our Outer Sunset Palais de Danse just ain't no place for that kind of unfettered hronting greed. I even wrote a letter. Plus, with them I've always suspected ties with the Chinese/Russian/Lebanese Mafia. Long story. Ask me to define "hront" instead.
Mr. Pizza Man routinely takes an hour and a half to get here, and they always get it wrong. And to this day their logo still reminds me of Dave McShitbag barfing up one of their clam and garlic seafood specials (in his sleep) on Scott and Kat's floor.
Round Table Pizza wants $20 for a small.
Golden Gate Pizza and Indian Food is just too nasty to think about.
Pasquale's Pizza is just too nasty to think about, and they close at 7.
Pirro's Pizza caters to the Sunset's geriatric set, like Celia's Mexican food. Ever eaten fresh sawdust?
So... I heed the homing beacon and settle for my alma mater. Domino's.
Won't someone please open a real pizza place in SF? Again, how hard can it be? If only Best-a-wan in Cardiff would deliver up here...
An addendum to my last post; Patty Hughes is also a fine keyboard player in addition to P. Rusty Gunn, and among the finest of people. I hope she reads this before that...
Posted by eric at October 28, 2004 12:13 AM