Ciccino

La Dolce Subversion: Dining at Ciccino in San Francisco

Ciccino doesn’t announce itself with grandeur. It whispers. Hidden on a quiet corner off of California St. behind a nondescript façade of smoked glass and blackened steel, it could be mistaken for yet another sleek wine bar. But step inside and you're transported to a parallel Italy — one where the trattoria has evolved without losing its soul.

“Ciccino” is a southern Italian term of endearment — like saying “little darling” — and the name is telling. There’s affection in everything here, in the way the menu leans into memory without being shackled by it.

Ryan Says:

Failed attempt at trying to be an Italian mother's living room. Servers picked up outside on california st. Appetizers sub par. Best part of the meal was the pasta. Ribeye was above avg but nothing special. Overall ever dish was just OK, aside from the pasta dishes. Steve Says:

If one can overlook the smell of cigarette smoke, the occasional lipstick-stained napkin, and the awkward apology for rationing two pieces of $4 bread to a table of three, it becomes clear that the menu holds genuine gems and the chef’s command of Italian cuisine is unmistakable. The Ragout was fantastic as well as the Ribeye. The rest of the experience was solid, offering enough charm and consistency to make for an enjoyable evening among friends.

Food 4

Drinks 3

Ambiance 2

Service 2

Value 2