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On February 13th this year, Ian Pike reviewed Buona Forchetta (3001 Beech Street, South Park, 619-381-4844), and got into the sacred issues of what authentic pizza should be.
That’s always been a total mystery to me. But in this case whatever the secrets are don’t matter a jot, ’cause I’m totally seduced by the place itself.
This is the deal: I was walking up Beech at sunset (heading for Hamilton’s, actually), expecting to see the usual empty outside seating area of a one-time coffee place, when I heard this buzz, and spotted this luminous little scene straight out of Renoir – a whole generous sidewalk full of people eating, drinking, yacking, meeting neighbors under the trees.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jun/24/48009/
I swear. Most eateries give you a mean little strip of chairs and tables outside, and usually behind railings and Plexi-glass to separate you from the common herd of passers-by, right? And their main eating areas are inside. Typical cold-weather thinking. Like every restaurateur has shipped out here direct from New Jersey.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jun/24/48006/
Not this place. At Buona Forchetta just about all the seating’s outside. That’s where the scene is. They even have a table where you can doodle with chalk as you sip wine and wait to be seated.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jun/24/48007/
“This feels even more like Europe than cafes in Rio,” says this Brazilian gal as she waits for a table. “This terrazza is perfect for this town.”
Exactly what I feel. When’s everybody else going to wake up to the fact that we’re not New Jersey: we’re a fair-weather city?
Whatever, till that day, this is gonna be my go-to place for sitting, sipping, watching the world go by, to, okay, see and be seen. Specially at sunset.
Hey maybe the food’s even good.
On February 13th this year, Ian Pike reviewed Buona Forchetta (3001 Beech Street, South Park, 619-381-4844), and got into the sacred issues of what authentic pizza should be.
That’s always been a total mystery to me. But in this case whatever the secrets are don’t matter a jot, ’cause I’m totally seduced by the place itself.
This is the deal: I was walking up Beech at sunset (heading for Hamilton’s, actually), expecting to see the usual empty outside seating area of a one-time coffee place, when I heard this buzz, and spotted this luminous little scene straight out of Renoir – a whole generous sidewalk full of people eating, drinking, yacking, meeting neighbors under the trees.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jun/24/48009/
I swear. Most eateries give you a mean little strip of chairs and tables outside, and usually behind railings and Plexi-glass to separate you from the common herd of passers-by, right? And their main eating areas are inside. Typical cold-weather thinking. Like every restaurateur has shipped out here direct from New Jersey.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jun/24/48006/
Not this place. At Buona Forchetta just about all the seating’s outside. That’s where the scene is. They even have a table where you can doodle with chalk as you sip wine and wait to be seated.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jun/24/48007/
“This feels even more like Europe than cafes in Rio,” says this Brazilian gal as she waits for a table. “This terrazza is perfect for this town.”
Exactly what I feel. When’s everybody else going to wake up to the fact that we’re not New Jersey: we’re a fair-weather city?
Whatever, till that day, this is gonna be my go-to place for sitting, sipping, watching the world go by, to, okay, see and be seen. Specially at sunset.
Hey maybe the food’s even good.