Jack Barry/tacchino -- Thanks for the tips. I've had my eye on both spots for years and years, and have kept away from both on grounds of cheapness... Once when I was taking care of my (beloved, wonderful, gifted, etc.) nieces, my sister gave me some rolls from the Cheese Board that were really, really good. Guess I'll have to break down and give 'em a shot the next time I have an excuse to celebrate. But the Cheese Board looks like it could fasten onto my wallet via my tastebuds, which is dangerous.
And while I haven't eaten at Chez Panisse, my mom had a pal who worked there and I used to make a lot of beans with their leftover (drum roll please) prosciutto bones. Mmmm, with white pea beans or canelli beans.
Anyway, I've also heard good things about Zachary's, and I have to confess that Arinell's beats a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, if not by as wide a margin as I'd like. I agree about the Italian restaurant food in SF...
... but the Italian home cooking? Oh, my my. My first girlfriend had a Calabrian grandmother. Eggplant Parmesan, broccoli rabe with Calabrian sausage... Oh, man, I'm getting the craving. When I was a kid, there was a Sicilian woman on my dad's mail route who would pass on home made pesto back in the early seventies when grandmas from Italy were the only people around who knew about that stuff.
(Attempts to stop slavering at the memories.)
Anyway, I've wound up learning how to make pizza at home that beats anything I can buy around here. I wound up figuring out that a mix of gluten flour with just a bit of pumpernickle for the sourness and lots and lots of kneading gives me the right mix of chewiness and crunchiness if I give it an olive oil rubdown and prebake it. Then I blow everything by putting on too much in the way of toppings. Self discipline, that's the key. Next time I won't overload. Self discipline, that's the ticket.