
I’m on maternity leave but don’t yet have a baby to care for. Therefore, I have quite a bit of time on my hands – to clean, to organize, to think about things in great detail. Last week, I decided it had been far too long since
a) I wore real shoes (these beauties, in black, became the norm a long time ago), and
b) I went on an actual date with my husband. You know, a date spent in a real restaurant with fancy cocktails and detailed conversation and sleek decor, as opposed to a sandwich shop willing to overlook my faded maternity leggings and the trail of crumbs clinging to my pregnant belly.
After hearing some buzz about Zero Zero, a new-ish establishment specializing in Neapolitan-style pizzas and pasta, I decided we should venture to SoMa for a night on the town. Because said evening began at 5:45, it took some time for Corey to realize this was indeed an actual date…apparently he didn’t notice the flats and lip gloss I donned for the occasion?! I even popped my antacids with a bit more subtlety than usual.
Once we established the significance of this event, we settled back to enjoy the ambiance. Zero Zero doesn’t skimp on the aforementioned sleek decor – we sat upstairs and had a great view of the main seating area and bar, as well as some funky murals that adorn the walls.





As for the food, San Francisco is teeming with restaurants that offer this exact cuisine. I’ve dined at quite a few of them and have to say that Zero Zero wins the prize for both quality and value. We split three items, starting with fried brussel sprouts with pickled onion, pear and pancetta. What a fantastic combination of flavors! I knew I’d love the crisp pancetta, but the pickled veggies and sweet pear actually made the dish.

Next came a panzanella salad with more pickled onion, avocado, cucumber and heirloom tomatoes. This was light and refreshing with subtle hints of basil and arugula. The bread was just as it should be for panzanella: soft without being mushy, and with a light garlic flavor. I could have eaten this as my meal and been perfectly content.

And finally, the big finish – the Castro pizza with housemade sausage, sopressata, mozzarella and basil. The toppings were ample and tasty, and the crust was equal parts blistered and chewy. (Don’t you hate it when pizzas like this are burnt to a crisp? This one was perfectly cooked, in my humble opinion.)


We had zero zero room for dessert, but Corey sampled a cocktail from the restaurant’s interesting bar menu. The Ninth Ward was a blend of bourbon, falernum, St. Germain, lime and bitters. It looked a bit like rose-tinted dishwater but Corey loved the layers of flavor.

I thought this might be our final adult hurrah before Baby T. makes her way into this world, but my doctor thinks I have a bit more time to wine and dine. I’m 39 weeks pregnant today, and she feels reasonably sure I’ll make it to my due date – if not a few days after. Only time will tell!