Monday, November 7, 2016

North Beach Restaurant | SF, CA

Why, hello there! If anyone is keeping count, it's been a few days since I've posted on here. And if you're wondering where I've been - I can dispense two quick justifications. 1) Gearing up for our bussssyyyyy season at work and 2) We have had guests visiting/staying with us the last 5 weekends. The last 5! Don't get me wrong, it has been a whirlwind of fun, adventure and towel laundry but yes, it has also meant I have had not had room for much else. Work, work, work, work, work, host, host, host, host, repeat. This weekend was our first without company in as much time and it finally gave me a chance to catch my breath. So let's just dive into Friday.

After heading straight from work to the hair salon on Friday, I felt the need to go out later in the spirit of weekend toasting and the fact that I had just got muh hair did. But where to go? I came home hungry (shocking) and wasn't in the mood for anything too rowdy. Therefore, fresh out of the shower and in between mascara application with a video game playing husband next to me, I made late night reservations at North Beach Restaurant and told my husband we were leaving in 10.

The night swiftly became a very quintessential city evening. Eating dinner at 10 PM. Engaging with waiters who drape cloths over their arms and refer to you as "ma'am" and "sir". Listening to opera tunes. Ordering in a splurgey manner without regard to calories or cost. And you know what? It was warranted. Sometimes it's nice to just throw some money and time at your relationship. And there's really no place better to do that than here. Especially if you're into that whole classically Italian thing (and if you're not, I am severely concerned for your wellbeing).

^Hands down- the loveliest, fanciest, old world dining experience in North Beach.
^Does my bread look like an alligator's mouth to anyone else besides me?
^We may be TGIF'ing but the work days continues into the night
^My memoir will either be titled "Too Many ****ing Pics" or "Smiles At Food Like A Fat Idiot".
^Jay likely shoving another election poll in my face.
^"What's the Patti del Giorno?" "It's the dish of the day." "Mmm, that sounds good. I'll have that."
^What is it with bread and olive oil? Makes me want to rip my clothes off. 
^I call this piece: "A Sh***y Picture of Pasta" OR "A Great Pic of Jay's Shirt"
^North Beach is the best (as is my dinner date). We would have moved here so fast but didn't find anything conducive.
^I got the Linguine with Fresh Clams
^Jay got the Spaghetti Carbonara
^"The End Is Near" via Time. I cannot believe that this crazy election ends TOMORROW. Brace, America. Brace. I'm sending hugs to everyone - we can all use a little love.

I told Jay to not think of it as an expensive dinner but rather a cheap flight to Italy. Classic. Old world. Cozy AF [nice wording as I talk about elegance..., right?]. Lovely.

The best. I mean - il migliore!
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Pat Hatt said...

haha nice way to turn it around. Sounds like you've been busy indeed. 10 PM though? I'd starve if I had to wait to eat supper that late.

Samantha said...

Yum!! This all looks delicious!

Ashley Lillis said...

I love your reasoning for a fancy night out at an Italian dinner, it's cheaper than a flight to Italy! I love that y'all got all dressed up and just had a fun night together with great food! Sometimes that's exactly what you need to kick off the weekend, especially with as busy as y'all have been!

The Siberian American said...

Yay, glad to see you on your blog! That restaurant looks so good. Especially Jay's carbonara! I love carbonara.

Kate at Green Fashionista said...

YES to all the bread and olive oil - my weakness! That place looks amazing, great late night treat for you guys <3
Green Fashionista

Kristen @ See You In A Porridge said...

i don't trust people who don't like italian. haha. KC hates spending money, or 'a lot of money' on dinner though, so i am totally going to use the cheap flight excuse next time. although, to be honest.. louisville doesn't have too many options besides olive garden and .. yeah, no. lol.
missed your pretty face. stop being so busy!

Nadine said...

Italian!!! It has been far too long since I have had any since my husband has been dieting and I am not going to make pasta or torture him by going to a restaurant where it is served. Bread and olive oil could be a meal in itself and I always over eat it.

Mrs. Poustie said...

So, this might end up sounding creepy but I really think that if we met in real life, that we'd get along and become friends. You love the Home Alone movies, a fantastic amount of eye makeup, city life, and sending movie quotes to your siblings for no reason (Titanic recently and I immediately laughed at the Dumb and Dumber reference in this post; I ask my sister what the soup du jour is several times a year, and it is never not funny when she replies "it's the soup of the day") and I send quotes from Mean Girls and The Devil Wears Prada to friends more often than I care to admit. You also abhor Donald Trump, people who don't support gay marriage, and flannel shirts at work. Seriously, on my next trip to San Fran I'll give you a heads' up and if interested, we could meet up with our husbands and have a drink. I promise I'm not weird or lame or stalkerish - and if you're trying to place me, I'm the Canadian with the cute baby on Instagram. :)

Robin said...

I love the spontaneous fancy night! I don't know if I could handle guests five weekends in a row...I admire you!

julie @ said...

Welcome back to blogging land...! Oof, 5 wknd of hosting in a row?!? Wowzers, you are definitely the hostess with mostest!!

Ooh, that Italian joint looks divine...! I think I'm gonna want pasta for lunch now... Sigh.

Kara said...

Hahahah the captions were amazing in this post!!! Seriously, bury me in bread soaked in olive oil.