dinner-licious

I've eaten more good restaurant food in the last six months than I have for years.
Or maybe I've just enjoyed it more.
At any rate, last night's dinner was sweetly savored at Da Luisa, a little place at the corner of Guerrero and 22nd in the Mission. The owner is hilarious, probably a nightmare to work for, but sweet and charming if you're there to eat and can deal with a little more attention than you're used to. If you linger in front of her door, she'll come out and do her best to lure you in. "I'm the best!" Apparently the restaurant was on the main drag of Castro for over 30 years, and she won me over talking about "my boys." "They love me, you know, because I'm a Mama to them." After dinner she came by to chat us up some more, and she said she learned a lot about "making the sex- no, love!" from being across from Collingwood Park every night. She was right about the three cheese ravioli with spinach and aurora sauce- it melted in my mouth. The puttanesca was tasty, too, though I believe my Gentleman Friend would have liked a little more, er, putta and fewer olives.