Monday, January 30, 2017

Delarosa Restaurant | SF, CA

Most people I know love Italian food. Love, love, love it. However, refuse to let themselves indulge in it as much as they wish. Why? Because carbs on carbs on carbs on carbs. Never mind that it's full of earthly treasures such as the goodness of a rich red tomato or the zest that comes with natural herbs. For most, it's seen as a no go or a splurge. Myself tends to be included. We don't make it at home too much as a result and it remains almost an out-to-eat treat vs. anything we create in our own kitchen. 
One of the great perplexities of my life involved my visit to Italy. Though their food is known as some of the heaviest stateside, I was fascinated to see how incredibly fit all of the people I encountered were. In fact, everyone that I met who was remotely out of shape was from another country. Even my elder Italian relatives, who consume a daily diet of carbs on carbs on carbs, were spritely, fit and ready to walk their way all over town. How do they do it? I'm not sure of the answer to that. However, my brother surmised after living there that the ingredients themselves were healthier, less processed and organically made. In other words - they only ate the good stuff.

I'm not sure if he's right or not but if I had to guess about our neighborhood Italian haunt, I'd reach the conclusion that they only use the good stuff too. Because every single thing we've eaten there requires a slow motion musical montage to "How D[id] I Live Without You" upon first bite. It is to die.
^Start with some wine and some photos opps on that rich blue table.
^This is the olive oil they use and there are no words to express how good it is - especially paired with crackling bread.
^With outdoor seating, it's easy to bring your best buddy along. He was swiftly moved up to my lap so he chat with Jay and me as well as soak up some of the outdoor heat lamp.
^Have you ever had good marinara? Gooooood marinara? Marinara you would gladly drink in a cup? If you know what I'm saying (or merely want to know what I'm saying), go here. Really.

^We love this place for happy hour. Therefore, some wine and some appetizers do the trick - we are big fans of the meatballs in spicy marinara.
If you need me, I'll be facedown in a plate of that marinara for the next week.

Located in the Marina District on Chestnut Ave.
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Ashley @ The Wandering Weekenders said...

I wondered the same thing when we were in Europe, how in the world is everybody so skinny when they eat such high carb meals! I'm with your brother in thinking that it's less processed foods combined with actually staying active because it always seemed like everybody walked or rode their bikes everywhere. This place looks and sounds so delicious, and I swear I would like my plate clean of marinara sauce!

Pat Hatt said...

Far less processed crap and people get off their butt more in many other places, so such food is in the end far better for them. Always good when the pup can come along.

Kristen @ See You In A Porridge said...

pretty sure i eat italian the most of all types of food haha. i love me some carbs. shouldn't, but i do. definitely not 'the good stuff' though, more of the processed not so good (but still tastes good?) stuff. KC and I talk about the food in Italy all the time, we want to go back just for that haha.

Nadine said...

Oh goodness I love love love Italian food!!! I grew up having an Italian great-aunt and so all the good recipes got passed down to us. I actually prefer to make Italian food at home rather than eating it from restaurants around here because mine is better. But if I had a place like this...I would totally go! Yum!!!! Olive oil and bread can be an entire meal in itself for me. Carbs carbs carbs!

julie @ said...

That place looks divine...!! Yes, I think Europeans tend to have a more active lifestyle as well - in the sense that they walk so much more then Americans. And let's not even get started on portion sizes in the US... I love, love carbs too!! But I'm learning it's not the enemy...