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Caesar Salad, Baked Ravioli with Tomato Sauce, Spaghetti and Meatballs
Name: Helen
Occupation: Consumer Services Manager and Sausage Maker
Location: San Francisco
Favorite Restaurant: Buca di Beppo
Reviewed Buca di Beppo: Wednesday May 30, 2007
The taxi ride from the Embarcadero to Buca di Beppo opened the door to my adventurous evening. Halfway there, the cab driver politely explained that he had just stolen the cab and told us not to worry about what the meter says, he’ll let us know how much money it would cost. We laughed, but he laughed even louder — uh, scary. He drove so fast, and he told us to hold on because he was checking out the tires. Boy, was I glad when we got out of that and stepped into the very lively reception area of Buca. The bar was even more animated, but we had reservations and only waited about three minutes to be seated. I don’t know what color the walls are in that place because every square inch of space is covered with pictures of everything Italian — I mean popes, Sophia Loren, Joe DiMaggio, beauty queens, and the Vatican. I feel absolutely at home at Buca, it’s like the inside of my head; just full of random stuff everywhere. Actually, the only thing that will distract you from the wacky, overwhelming, “Oh my God, will you please look over there” decor will be the food. It looks like an amusement park for food.
Let me tell you about the garlic bread: it’s the best “pizza” I’ve had in San Francisco. I mean, it’s thick and cheesy with fresh garlic and just wonderful. The bread arrived first with the antipasto salad, which was so scrumptious, I was thinking to myself, “If they can make a salad taste this good I’m gonna loose my mind when the real food comes out.” We had a choice of small and large dishes, so we choose the small, which turned out to be more than enough. I mean, they said “family style,” but they meant extended family servings; they were huge, I’d hate to see what a large plate looks like. There were quite a few of us, so we ordered manicotti, ravioli, stuffed shells, penne pasta, meatballs, shrimp and pasta, chicken cannelloni and chicken Marsala. The dishes with the cream sauces were excellent and the pasta with red sauce — like penne and shrimp fra diavolo — were exactly as described: robust and full of flavor. When our food arrived shortly after we ordered, we went to town. We were determined to conquer every dish, but there was so much food I was ready to hold up a white flag. And finally the meatballs came. Oh my God, where did they get the recipe? From the Flinstones? They were so huge, they were like the size of Cincinnati. We were so full from our multiple entrees that when they approached our table with four of those huge cannonball-looking meatballs, all we could do was scream, “Oh no, go away, they look like they could eat us.”