When a man's wife's on his back about something, he will go to great lengths to get her off it, e.g., purchasing elaborate bouquets of flowers, or banging another woman not named Robin Wright. Or open an Italian deli, like Calabria Bros
Opening tomorrow at the base of Potrero, CB's a mad-authentic, "old style" Italian deli from a couple of SF-born dudes with Calabrian ancestry, one of whom's wife was constantly buggin' him to open a restaurant 'cause he loves cooking, so finally he was like "fine, I'll open a deli, now make me a sandwich". You can build your own with anything from imported prosciutto/mortadella/porchetta/etc, to Cajun turkey, to boiled ham, or opt for one of CB's specialties, like the Calabrese, with spicy salami, hot coppa, pepperjack, and hot garlic spread on a sweet French roll, aka oxymoron bread. Aside from a daily cooked hot pasta and an entree like chicken parm or sausage polenta, CB's stockin' a deep arsenal of mainly imported Italian groceries, the most unique of which're products by Tutto Calabria, e.g., jars of hot cooking oil, hot olives, roasted peppers, and chili-spiced anchovies -- put them on Michelangelo's pizza and you'll totally ruin his party, dude.
Rounding out what CB brings to the table's a laundry list of delicious desserts, from homemade tiramisu, to cannoli ice cream, to imported orange and lemon sorbets you scoop out of the actual rind, all of which CB's proprietor'd better keep away from his wife, lest he throw out his back.