No trip to San Francisco is complete without a trip to Tommaso’s! One of the owners is a dear friend to Niles’s family from way back, so we always stop in to say hello. She was out of town this time, but that didn’t stop us. We ended up getting the #11 pizza, with thick sliced Italian sausage and copious amounts of mushrooms on it, which incidentally was the pizza Niles’s dad used to regularly order when he lived in the Bay area. The pizza, of course, was delicious as always, but this was the first time we got their “coo-coo clams”. They’re baked in the same wood-fired brick oven as everything else there, and they come in a very simple sauce of garlic, peppers, herbs, oil and balsamic. I wanted to drink it, it was so good, but instead I just dunked my pizza crusts in it.

Tommaso’s is a wait every time, but it’s always worth it. It’s small, warm, welcoming like family. It was a pity we couldn’t get to see Carmen this time, but those coo-coo clams are lingering in my memory…