Actually, I am kind of shocked. I encounter them so rarely. But the denizens of Bernalwood feel responsible for everything within their borders, so one of them ventured into Caffe Cozzolino, a neighborhood staple of the type that never has any custom yet stays in business for years. The results are not pretty. This post also has by far the longest comment thread of any Bernalwood production, providing yet more proof that San Franciscans are obsessed with food more than any other subject. Of particular interest is the revelation from an acquaintance of the Stefano's owner (the former Pasta Breakfast Garlic Ice Cream sign place) that when he was co-owner of Cozzolino they served frozen Safeway lasagna. As I may have mentioned a time or two, I am the daugher of an Italian food purist. While not quite at the level of Trillin's North Italian waiter "who would deny under torture that red sauce had ever passed his lips," she's close. I just picked up yet another reason to avoid Italian that doesn't look like it lives up to my standards.