Sorella

1760 Polk St, San Francisco, CA

The space feels part Milan, part North Beach fever dream. Sit at the bar if you can’t get a table, under low light, and the faint perfume of butter and ambition. You immediately know you’re in good hands, but the first bite still surprises you.

The lobster lasagna is the quiet revelation, impossibly rich but never heavy. Sheets of silk-thin pasta layered with lobster, mascarpone, and a whisper of saffron, all resting in a pool of tomato bisque that hums with sweetness and restraint. It’s the kind of dish that would make a lesser kitchen boast. Here, it’s served without ceremony, a square of confidence.

Other plates orbit around it like satellites. The pastas — all hand-rolled, tight, chewy — are proof that technique still matters. A simple pomodoro arrives shimmering and defiant. The crudos are playful, sharp, and cold as sea air. Sensational desserts as well. Nothing to disappoint from start to finish.