From Perbacco’s website homepage:
“Perbacco” is an Italian word to accentuate positive comments. It can also be an expression of pleasure and surprise, as well as a reference to Bacchus, God of Wine and “good times.” A fitting name for a ristorante so thoroughly steeped in the traditions of Italy, yet with a refreshingly modern feel and attitude. Perbacco introduces urban San Francisco to the full range of flavors found in the Italian regions of Piemonte and Liguria, with a touch of France by way of Provence.
Go there, try spinach pasta or any of their other bland, oily, overpriced dishes, and read the above again laughing out loud. Then, read the updated version of that description.
“Perbacco” is an Italian word to accentuate positive comments. It can also be an expression of pleasure and surprise, as well as a reference to Bacchus, God of Wine and “good times.” Definitely not a fitting name for a ristorante so thoroughly removed from the traditions of Italy, and not just because its cold, boring modern feel and pretentious “white’ attitude. Perbacco introduces the Fidi Douchebags to the full range of flavorless dishes, which cannot be found in any part of Italy. The only Italian/French part about dining at Perbacco is the small dish sizes. You consume a huge amount of calories without enjoying any flavor and remaining hungry, emotionally unfulfilled, and feeling ripped of and somewhat deceived, especially if you were unlucky enough to pick one of the few dishes that have the look and texture of vomit.