SFist had to overcome it's own self-acknowledged, inverted form of snobbery to make a reservation at widely applauded Marina District restaurant A16. We accidentally left our passport to Chestnut Street - the fake tan bottle, straight blonde wig, and ability to screech "oh my god" in a high-pitched - whine - up - to - seven - times - per - minute - without - pausing - for - breath, at home. Turns out it didn't matter as A16 attracts food-loving locals from all over the City. Aside from Monsieur F, SFist bought along an expert on Italian home cooking, ItalCalGal as well as another Brit Chick, ex 80s Rock Star Ms Belle Star, to see if all the fuss we've read about the Campania-style cooking at A16 is warranted.

Inside the entrance to A16, in the area next to the Bar where they accept walk ins (or should that be push ins?) is packed and noisy. We waited there, unable to do much apart from shout at each other, for about 10 minutes, until our table was ready. We can understand why Julie Andrew's favourite things include brown paper packages tied up in strings. Our own favourite place setting in town may well now be a table clothed in crisp brown paper, with similarly colored napkins and a brown paper menu.

[Ed. Note: When we asked new SFist Sam Breach to drop by once in a while, we knew she was a star -- lucky for us, Chronicle readers now know her and Derrick, too! Please welcome another foodie to what's becoming a pleasantly crowded table.]

Where Brit Chick, her Monsieur F & other international mates, gorge themselves in and around San Francisco, one letter of the alphabet at a time.