Bay seniors who remember “L’il Abner” might think the Dogpatch neighborhood is bumpkin city. Hardly. Board the 3rd Street light rail, pass the ghostly, monolithic new Mission Bay and get out at 20th Street. Stroll over to 22nd St. This industrial area of warehouses and 1860’s workers’ cottages is turning hip in a hurry.It’s easy to check out Dogpatch as it’s (for the moment) only a few square blocks.
Food is a big drawing card here as it is everywhere in this peckish town. The big yellow building on 22nd houses the recently moved Piccino, a cool but attitude-free restaurant that is all windows, glowing light and crisp, reasonably priced pizzas Serpentine on 3rd is pricier, darker and younger. The Geezer loved their brunch bread pudding. Kitchenette changes it’s Asian inflected menu constantly. You might want to check if their Vietnamese caramel corn is on the menu.
“Most overdone name” prize goes to Mr and Mrs.Miscellaneous one of the city’s major new ice creameries with 10 or so changing flavors but usually featuring Pink Squirrel, a subtle Black Cheery.
Odds are you’ll find clothing (mens and womens) you’ve never seen anywhere else at MAC (Modern Appealing Clothing). They just added a home shop with Heath ceramics and spices from Boulette’s Larder. Across the street is Rickshaw Bagworks where you can pick up the messenger bag or a cover for your new iPad. At 660 2nd Tad Gear is kind of a hipsters REI at least as far as clothing goes.
Dogpatch could not make a claim to coolness without a quotient of live jazz.You’ll find it Sunday afternoons at the divey Dogpatch Saloon.
Although this a bona fide San Francisco historic district there is no clear record of how it got its name. But you can ask when you take a tour with someone from San Francisco City Guides. The next one is Nov.6 and it’s free.