RAVE - Mason Pacific

Another Nob Hill outing that required the services of Uber - there are more parking spots on the main route during Carnival - but once there we really enjoyed the food.

Mason Pacific has a less than glamorous main room, being full of a bar and wooden tables and - on the night we visited - a group of sailing fans sporting their despicable Oracle shirts. But once ushered through to the other dining room it showed that, at least for that room, they'd had a decorator.

We were divided on the appetizers: Mrs P had the Kale Salad, with Meyer lemon, anchovy, crouton, and parmesan; I had my predictable Foie Gras Torchon, with Perigord truffle, Moscatel, and toast - or as the menu pretentiously proclaims "Toasted Bread".

Then we were in communion over the entrees, both choosing the Papardelle, lamb meatball, sugo, and Castelvetrano olive. This dish was t.a.s.t.y.

Washed down with a few glasses of unremarkable but refreshing Sauvignon Blanc the meal was pronounced a success by the Page party. We'll probably return.