I'm ashamed to say that Incanto is a restaurant that I rarely make it to, despite the fact that it's near my house. No matter that Chris Cosentino is one of the most recognized faces in the world of SF chefs. This restaurant flies a bit under the radar, which is a good thing for a last-minute pasta craving.
After eating there this week, I think that this might be because the interior, while conservatively pleasant, could use a bit dimmer lighting, more of an inviting mood. It's surprisingly incongruous with Consentino's hip spiky hair, black-framed glasses, and Tony Bourdain-ish attitude.
Well, I finally got around to watching Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations SF episode over the weekend. Now I am--like most everyone else--a big Bourdain fan. His unvarnished commentary and loose-cannon opinions are often a delight in the relentlessly enthusiastic and back-scratching world of food media. But how would I feel when those sights are trained on my beloved home, the SF Bay Area?