pizza

Man cannot live on coffee alone, even if that man is James Freeman. What else gets him going? Pizza, an obsession he shares with his four-year-old son and frequent dining companion, Dashiell.

“Aside from the usual suspects—including A16, where I’ve had some blindingly perfect pies—there are a couple of places where Dashiell and I go for pizza in the city. I live in Nopa [the neighborhood], so we often go to Nopa [the restaurant]. Though it’s technically not a pizza place, their flatbread is cooked thin in a wood-burning oven. We get there at 5:50—they usually have a spot or two at what they call the chef's counter, right in front of the oven. The chef often smuggles a little dish of house-cured bacon out for us to snack on before the rest of our dinner arrives.

Glen Park's emerged into a destination neighborhood with high-end markets and great pizza.Let’s face it. Until recently, Glen Park was a neighborhood where people lived, not one that people visited—and certainly not a neighborhood where you went to eat. But thanks to a sudden boom, now we’re heading there to eat pizza (Gialina), slurp bubble tea (Eggettes) and shop for high-end comestibles (Canyon Market). Easy access to BART and the freeway, not too foggy and great pizza? Watch out, here we come.