Don't listen to anyone. I've been coming here my whole life. This place is not only the best San Francesco, it's a North York staple. Its beyond the deliciousness of the food; it's the broken arcade machine; it's the soap operas always on the tv; it's the nudy photos on the wall; the sunshine girl behind the cash and the leftover cocaine under the guy at counter's nose. Oh, and I've only had the veal, but I bet it's all good.