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Braving the TenderNob for Heaping Plates of Nirvana in San Francisco
They say food tastes better when it’s seasoned with hunger. But what about fear? Even better! Nestled within an infamously sketchy part of SF, where the Tenderloin meets Nob Hill, there lies a gastronomic haven in the form of an Indian and Pakistani restaurant called Shalimar. Impress out-of-town guests by forcing them to wade through a sea of crackheads, questionable women, and betuqued men who help you park for a “donation,” then order for them; anything on the menu will do. Fearless Diner Richard Sterling believes that “whenever people are serving food, they're not trying to hurt you.” But while I can’t guarantee your safety, I can guarantee that whatever you order will transport you to a place of sheer heavenly bliss that is virtually untouchable.
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