Jennifer Jeffrey, Writer & Editor: The Italian Stallion is at Spork

If you happen to be anywhere near Valencia & 21st near the middle of the day, and you happen to notice that Spork is open for lunch, and your tummy happens to need filling, here's what you should do:

Step inside. Find a table at the window, if you can, because the Eclectic, Stylish, Artfully Pierced, Skinny-Pants-Wearing Mission People are sooo much fun to watch. When the menu comes, skip past the hamburgers. Ignore the salad. Don't choose the sausage.

Instead, take a chance and order the curiously-named Italian Stallion.

When the plate arrives at your table, don't be surprised if it looks like a dish that might have come out of a much fancier kitchen, like Delfina or Zuni. Slide the edge of your fork into that heap of fresh, silky, paper-thin pasta sheets layered with warm, rich bolognese sauce made from grass-fed beef and dusted with freshly grated Parmigiano. Bring a bite to your lips and send a silent message of gratitude to the kitchen. Finish the whole plate. Wonder why there isn't a line out the door, all for this one dish.

Save the victory lap until after you step outside.