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.