Slice of Life (Arinell Pizza -- San Francisco, CA and Berkeley, CA)
I'm not sure, but I think everyone likes pizza. Everyone may not EAT pizza, but you bet your sweet ass that they like it. People like it so much, that they continue to eat it, even when it's shitty. Like most of the pizza here in Northern California.
I don't get it. We have the most amazing food here, but finding an everyday, cheap pizza joint with a quality product is next to impossible. Frou-frou pizza is not hard to come by. But good hardcore dive pizza is harder to find than smooth stretch of Mission street (c'mon Gavin, fix the fucking potholes).
Growing up in the North East, pizza was the fifth food group. So when I arrived in SF, I lamented my loss and just replaced it with burritos. But I never gave up my quest, and after I had lived here for four years, I found my holy grail.
Arinell pizza is where it's at. And fortunately for those of us who are lazy, they've got two locations -- one in SF and one in Berkeley. When we finally found it, we went in to order a slice for trial purposes and then immediately went back in and bought two more.
The San Francisco location is at 16th and Valencia. For the life of me, I cannot understand why after a night of drinking, the yuppie idiots are lined up out the door of the absolutely fucking deplorable Cable Car pizza, while Arinell only has a minor crowd. You guys are jackasses.
Arinell makes pizza east coast style. It's thin, it's got the perfect amount of sauce and a nice blanket of cheese. All of this works together to create a nice little pool of pink grease on top. And it's foldable, like any good slice should be. Conceivably, you can fold it and then eat the whole thing in three bites, although then you aren't really savoring the experience as you should. It's also equally good cold, unlike your ex-girlfriend.
The prices can't be beat. $2 for a cheese slice, more if you want tasty tasty toppings. You can get a soda or a lemonade so you can do the salty/sweet tango with your tastebuds.
The workers there are stoned out their gourd, but they can still do enough math to figure out my order. You can even order it to go (although if it's only a slice, you get a bag instead of a box, and if it's less than a whole pie, you pay for that box).
If you want to get a whole pie, be prepared to order more than you think you need. This pizza disappears faster than your momma's panties on plumber's night out at the local bar.
The Berkeley location is equally good. So you really have no excuse not to try it, you lazy bastard.
So grab hands with your closest friend/lover/cobbler/muffin maker and head on over to Arinell to grab yourself a slice of cheesy goodness. And then call me and tell me how you liked it. C'mon, please??? It's like my porn.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld