Party Earth Review There are tons of places in the city to grab a slice of pizza, but at the always-packed Beretta, an artisan pie comes with artfully crafted cocktails on the side. A long communal table and wide bar provide plenty of opportunities for singles and groups to mingle, while intimate candlelit tables by the windows and on the sidewalk offer the perfect spots for conversation and people-watching. Iron chandeliers, thick wooden beams, and gilt mirrors give the venue a vintage speakeasy quality, though the late-night clientele is mostly well-dressed hipsters and young creative tech professionals who stop in as much to eat as to flirt. Although often ... more
1199 Valencia Street
San Francisco, CA 94110
San Francisco pizza places will have the moon hitting your eye like a...well, you get it.
Beretta is a delectable spot in the unabashedly ne’er-do-well ‘hood of the Mission offering up twelve different kinds of pies as well as fancy drinks, candlelit tables, and big brooding chandeliers. Sporting a pseudo speakeasy vibe, the place attracts everybody from chichi gals in sky-high heels to rough-around-the-edges hipsters.
Club Deluxe in the heart of the heady Haight is another option for pizza-fueled joy, although this spot has a circa 1950s vibe with its retro leather stools, booths, and wailings of live jazz. If that’s your thing, Daddy-o, be sure to swing by on Friday or Saturday nights. We hear they make a mean martini too.
Up in Presidio Heights, the Magic Flute Garden reigns supreme (and has for more than 80 years) offering their Laurel Heights Pizza made with prosciutto, mozzarella, caramelized onions, and honey. Perhaps best of all, however, is that you can nosh your pie beneath a sprawling trellis laden with blossoms and twinkling lighted trees. If the night is chilly, head indoors for a more formal affair, complete with white linen tablecloths, a floor-to-ceiling wine rack, and wrought-iron chandeliers. Brunch is bumping, so be sure to make a reservation.
Pizza places in San Francisco are sure to make you mangia, make amore, and quaff a bottle of cheap Chianti in a blur of Italian bliss.