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Liguria Bakery (SF)

Trekked over the Bay Bridge last week (that $4 toll, about to be $6, is gonna be the bank-account-death of me) and visited North Beach. The Coit Tower greeted me with open arms on this sparkly, cloudless, "summer" day. Hellooooo San Francisco!!!! Thank you for clearing up for five minutes. Appreciate it.

San Francisco Coit Tower

This particular trip was centered around getting my ass to Liguria Bakery before it closed. Why? Cause they shut down at 2pm OR whenever they run out of their focaccias. And from what I hear, they are known to sell out well before 2pm. What? Just for focaccia? For real?

Yes. For real. All for the love of the Limited Edition!

Nestled in the heart of North Beach, Liguria is right down the street from Tony's Pizzeria, and is in a heavily touristy area of the neighborhood. I showed up at 1pm, finally found a parking spot (nightmare), and practically ran over to the bakery. I got there and the door was unlocked. Hooray!

Liguria Bakery (SF)

I walked in and the ladies behind the counter stopped their chatter. They, and a few friends sitting in chairs (probably their chairs) stared at me blankly. I was a foreigner who had just dared to step into their secret clubhouse. I was interrupting.

This reminded me of the same sort of treatment I got when walking into shops in Sicily, or small towns in Italy in general. It scares the hell out of me, but at the same time, I kinda love the silent, intimidating abuse.

I tried my best to act like I knew what I was doing. HA! I asked if they had any focaccias left. She said she only had garlic and pizza and raisin. I was more than a little bit scared of this lady, and had no time to calculate. Without hesitation, I said I would take all three. She said, 'Well, that makes it easy," and gave me a smile.

SCORE!

But where were the focaccias? They weren't lined up anywhere in the front. She walked into the dark dungeons of the back.

Liguria Bakery (SF)

And she came out with these three HUGE PIECES of focaccia. No joke, the size of your head. Wait, no-- BIGGER than your head.

Liguria Bakery Focaccia (SF)

She stacked one on top of the other, masterfully wrapped them up in parchment paper, and tied it with a single piece of string. If this isn't old-school La Mamma Italiana style, I don't know what is.

Liguria Bakery Focaccia (SF)

The space is so super sparse, that it was almost as though they were getting ready to move out. Oh, but they've been here, in this exact spot, for nearly ONE HUNDRED YEARS, and they ain't going anywhere. The Bay Area needs its focaccieria, damn it!

Liguria Bakery (SF)

Paper and string wrapping station.

Liguria Bakery (SF)

The Menu. Yup, only focaccias here. It's a FOCACCIERIA! And cash only, foolios.

Liguria Bakery (SF)

The lady and I are practically friends at this point (ok, not really, but she is nice to me), and I asked her how early they started making the focaccias. She said 1am on weekdays, 3am on weekends. Whoa. She said that the amount of focaccias they actually produce fluctuates day-to-day according to how many orders they have in, etc. Sounds pretty unpredictable, hence, closing time is never never static.

Alright, on to the focaccias. I brought them over to Yoko's where we were having a little potluck for a childhood friend of ours who was in town. I didn't feel like cooking, so this was the perfect thing to bring. There were large grease spots seeping through the paper. YES!

Liguria Bakery Focaccia (SF)

We put them in the oven to heat up. The entire house began to smell like garlic and bread!

Liguria Bakery Focaccia (SF)

FOCACCIA PORN!

Liguria Bakery Focaccia (SF)

Liguria Bakery Focaccia (SF)

Liguria Bakery Focaccia (SF)

Seriously, we all loved this and couldn't get enough. The consistency of the bread is unreal: it's at first crispy, then your teeth just sort of sink into a dense oblivion, and the flavors come out more as you chew. It tasted of freshly pressed olives and whatever sprinkling came on top.

My favorite was the raisin. The bursts of sweet grape were like rays of sunshine. The bread itself isn't sweet at all, so it's just a fantastic, simple combination of bread, olive oil, and raisins.

The pizza was unlike a usual pizza-- much lighter and cheeseless. It was awesome.

The origins of focaccia is very muddled according to Wiki (Roman? Etruscan?), but in reading this great article on Liguria Bakery, the founders emigrated from Genova in the beginning of the century. The focaccia is well-associated with "Ligurian" cuisine in Italy, where the region's capital is the port town of Genova.

The bakery is now still family-owned, run by the founder's grandson. It certainly has maintained its old-school Italy vibe, which I loved very much-- this is about as "historical" as it gets, around these parts. Same location for 100 years!

So now we know-- when in North Beach, visit Liguria. Take a deep breath, walk inside with confidence, and make small talk with the ladies like you're a part of the club. And get there before noon, just to be on the safe side.

Liguria Bakery (SF)


LIGURIA BAKERY
1700 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA
T: 415.421.3786
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5 comments

  • Looks so yummy. And with such an interesting history.

    sakura on

  • My family has been eating this Focaccia for nearly 60 years. I moved from the Bay Area to Washington State many years ago, but whenever I visit family in any part of northern California I drive as far as 200 miles to pick some up. Going in two weeks. The best!

    patrick on

  • I have been eating this bread for 57 years. My grandparents lived on Grant Street 2 blocks from the bakery and when they came to my house they always brought the focaccia for us to eat. Once I got my license to drive I would drive anywhere from 30 minutes to 60 minutes one way to buy the focaccia to eat. I have even brought my kids up to show them where it is so they could come and buy it. Focaccia is soooo good and best to eat when it is hot.

    Bob Anido on

  • This focaccia is the bomb. An MD at my first job out of college used to bring these in for the office during tax season, when we working working like slaves. I would eat at least half of one of those things. It was a nice reward. The Pizza one is my fav!!!!

    Shawn on

  • Bob my Grandparents lived on grant and since I was born 52 years ago, have been eating this Focaccia since then. Your Grandparents most likely knew my Grandparents, aunts and uncles. The Nisidio family, the Figone family and the Toma family. If you get this or ever read this, get back to me

    Glenn Nisidio on

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