The wife and I were in SF visiting the kid, who is in college here. After a long day of exploring the city, the kid had to go to work and we decided to head back to our hotel. We were pretty tired so I found this pizza place about a block away. It seemed like the perfect match to our current state of mind. "Don't want to go to another overpriced restaurant and deal with the crowds." The rating of 3.8 on Yelp was pretty decent for a pizza place in the SF area.
Even though they deliver, I wanted to walk (in the rain? really?) to pick it up. So I ordered online and the took the walk. Unfortunately for me, while it was only a block away, the street, like many in SF, was about an 80 degree incline, so I was nice and winded when I reached the peak of Everest where Uncle Vito's was apparently located. My order was not ready, so I sat in the waiting area and grabbed a menu to see what other things they had in case we were back. The cool thing was that my dog must have visited at some time, since all of the menus showed signed of my pup chewing on them. I guess people get hungry in the waiting room. Does it take that long to get the food?
When my name was called I grabbed the pizza and asked for some Parm and red pepper flakes. The first guy had no idea what I was asking for and the second guy felt it was tragedy that I asked for this secret elixir of spices to enhance my pizza experience. They reluctantly coughed up some of both. As I was putting them in the bag, I noticed that my side of marinara was not there. So I inquired about that. Another person, who seemed like a manager or owner, was delegated to deal with this high maintenance customer, me. He immediately said that it was an additional charge. "Yes, I do understand that, that is why I paid for it when I ordered it, " I said. He asked for my receipt to confirm I was not trying to embezzle the half cup of marinara. Boom, there it was, plain as day on the receipt. After some "whoop, whoop" and beating my chest, he went and gave me the half filled half cup of marinara. Grabbed my pizza, extras and the bottle of wine I bought there and headed back down Everest to base camp #1.
Again, unfortunately for me, the climb down the street was more stressful than going up. It was really pouring now and my sneakers decided that rain and pavement were perfect for some spur of the moment skiing. I was almost leaning against the buildings so I would not slide down the hill and into the street. Made it home safely and the wife said, "what too you so long?"
OK, back to the food review.
Pizza was half pepperoni and half cheese. Somehow the pepperoni slid to one side and it was not because of the steep decent from the restaurant. The cheese looked really good after I used most of my napkins soaking up the grease. It wasn't bad, I might even try it again by eating at the place.
Marinara sauce - for some reason, lately I have liked ordering sauce on the side to dip my pizza. Marinara was meh, and the 1/2 full, 1/2 cup of sauce was not worth the cost. Any cost for that matter
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