Well, Molly and Josh just couldn't wait to get the evening started, so they went for a pint at Specs right after work. Afterwards, we all met up at Golden Boy pizza for a slice. Joining us for the first night of debauchery were Molly's sister Melissa and our token Irishman, Paul. Always bring along an Irishman on a pub crawl, it's good luck.
Gino and Carlo's was right next door to the pizza joint, so it seemed like a logical place to start. The bar really reminded me of a blue collar Italian place in a midwestern steel town...in a good way. The place was pretty full of 50-year-old neighborhood types, and had a good vibe from the start. We did get some looks when we first walked in (as we were the youngest people in there by 20 years easily), but once they decided we weren't gonna be obnoxious, they turned back to their conversations and left us to ours. The atmosphere was cozy, with low lighting, quiet music (the Soprano's theme was playing when we walked in) and plenty of tables to sit at. There were a few pool tables in the back and the locals were lined up to play. The walls were decorated with advertisements for sock hops and bad paintings of Italian hillside towns. All and all, nothing special, but a nice slice of North Beach without any pretensions.
Gino and Carlo, 548 Green Street
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