Rosamunde Sausage Grill
2832 Mission Street
San Francisco, CA
OK, OK, final stretch of San Francisco post. Aside from this one, for Friday’s post, I have Boccalone located in the Ferry Building (more details on that one when time comes) so, until I have another trip to San Francisco…
As for today’s post, so far, almost all posts I have had for San Francisco have had a companion/partner-in-crime component. Once again, I have to give Sherman thanks for being a good sport and tagging along. From taking the ferry for Hamburgers to going to a dim sum dive-y place to agreeing to go to Incanto (located not necessarily in a main street) rather than some more popular restaurant. Of course, there were things that I wanted to do by myself and, in those cases, I chose to break apart from the main group. So, on the Sunday after dim sum at Dol Ho, Sherman had plans with his cousins at Foreign Cinema and I had plans to visit Boccalone (again, Friday’s post). After that, I was planning to do some sightseeing, walking around. One of those places was the Castro District – the equivalent of Davie Village in Vancouver. A very dear friend of mine made mention about it so I decided to drop by. Of course, crappy weather slowed me down a little bit but, still, I managed to drop by. On my way back, I decided to stop by one of the BART stations to get some food. The interesting thing is that, near the Mission BART stations, there is a certain level of Latin food but, oddly, I chose not to go that route. Instead, I went for something more… Mundane? Basic? Something that “normal” people can identify? Namely, meat in a tube? (OK, that sounded strange…). That’s how, I ended up going to Rosamunde Sausage Grill.
While the name of this place has “sausage” and “grill” in it, one other things is pretty obvious: This is local watering hole of sorts. There were your stereo for music, TV for watching games and, to add that locality point, it is a self-serve shop! Nothing wrong with that, if that helps the food served faster and things moving, I am good with it!
As for the food side, OK, their name is straight to the point: They serve sausages. (< — feel free to, ahem, insert any jokes here). In my case, I looked at the menu and was starting to get confused with the list of options. In fact, some of them sounded a bit… Esoteric? Anyway, I pulled a trick from Mijune’s book and asked for their recommendation hoping they didn’t say anything on the lines of “everything is good”. Alas, they did say something on those lines but ended up choosing the one they mentioned first along with something I ordered myself which ended up being…
Currywurst. I know this sounds confusing: Given the area, i.e., surrounded by Latin influence, why would I ordered a German dish? Well, aside from “it is in the menu”… But, let’s face it, how this can go wrong? A curry powder + tomato/catsup like sauce over sliced sausage, your definition of simple can’t go further. Well, in this case, in several ways. The sauce felt mostly like plain tomato/catsup sauce, without any hints of curry at all. The second part is more of a finer point note: Rather than having the sausage completely sliced and tossed into the sauce, I would have preferred it “whole” with slits into it. By having it tossed into the sauce, I felt it “cheapened” the end result. In other words, imagine a batch made sausage stew of sorts. The red peppers topping didn’t really get into the way and, at least, the bun was decent but, then again, for currywurst, the bun is secondary.
Sausage #2 was the suggestion given to me that day: The Sicilian – pork, bell peppers provalone & romano cheeses. Here is the opposite effect compared to the currywurst: This was served as two smaller sausages. Again, that would be fine if it worked. Alas, the flavours were too mild for the toppings (chili and sauerkraut) and it ended up lost in the mix. On that note, the chili was actually quite decent, I wouldn’t have mind a bowl of that some other time.
Despite my wacky thoughts about the sausages, actually, this would be a place I won’t mind coming back to hang out. (But, then again, this is a big IF considering this is San Francisco). It has that vibe of being an extension of your home if you just want to have a good time, some basic food and so on. However, as you all know me, that’s not usually why I go to restaurant: I’m only there for the food!