a wondrous salad of clam, asparagus and sea urchin with Meyer Lemon, while the local lamb chops of my companion could not have been more tender or flavorful. The waitress was having a bad night, and took every request or question as a criticism. When the california pinot noir we ordered wasn't available, she said nothing else from California could be had by the glass. The dessert was a wildly oversalted Meyer lemon and maple custard, where the lemon was masked by salt. It was kindly taken off the bill, but the staff didn't say thank you or goodbye. Why does a restaurant in San Fransisco have such a dearth of California wine and an abundance of French vintages? Worth a return trip, hopefully with another member of staff.