🍴 Iconic SF eats

Order the roast chicken for two and a Caesar, sit by the window, and watch Market Street go by. Forty years on and still the definition of an SF night out.

The burrito argument starts and ends here. No rice, all attitude, dorado-crisped tortilla. Cash, a line, and zero regrets.

Eighteen stools, a marble counter, a century of practice. Show up early, get the combo and a cold beer, and let the guys behind the counter run the show.

California's oldest restaurant, since 1849. Mahogany booths, white-jacketed waiters, cioppino and sand dabs. Sit at the counter if the wait's long.

Nineteenth-floor sky lounge atop the Mark Hopkins, 360 over the city since 1939. Dress up, order a martini, get the window seat.

Cramped, loud, joyful old-school Italian seafood. The cioppino ('best in the city,' the menu insists) is enormous. Go early, share everything.

Late-night burrito institution. The super quesadilla suiza at 1am is a Mission sacrament. Cash, fluorescent light, no regrets.

Beloved dive with a big back patio, free oysters on Fridays, and a come-as-you-are crowd. Salsa, drag, ping pong. The friendliest bar in the Mission.

Tiny marble-counter Castro institution for cioppino, oysters and crab Louie.

Two-tier oyster tower in a retro floral-wallpaper room

Cheap-and-cheerful takeout institution; oversized baked BBQ pork bun with jammy filling.

Six pristine USBC-sanctioned lanes paired with elevated pub fare and premium cocktails.

A five-story, 50-foot lead wall plus bouldering and 160-plus routes in 23,000 square feet.