I’ve never had a bad night in North Beach. There have been horrible nights in the Mission, the Richmond, SOMA, the Castro, Nob Hill; but never in North Beach. Maybe that’s because you know it’s a night that will end in gluttony and debauchery. Between Tosca and Vesuvio, the two boys I call the Kingpins, there are mounds of treasures to be discovered. The view of the Transamerica from one of the districts high hilltops, Pittsburg hoagies from Girodano Bros., drunken book shopping at City Lights, drunken trips to the Lusty Lady, cannolis galore and the holy grail known as Golden Boy Pizza.
I have made special hangover trips during the day for this pizza, made drunken covert missions for this pizza and shared this pizza with every single person that has come to visit me in the city. The square slices are melted perfectly, the crust has just enough crunch and the toppings all bask in the glow of the low lights of the bar-style setup. At night, you can order from the window, which makes the experience even more awesome. Though I have stopped eating meat, the clam and garlic is so decadent you’ll feel like a million bucks for a mere $3.75.
With a tall boy in one hand and a Golden in the other, the City is yours for the taking.
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