Old wooden skateboards and graceful, melancholy post-modern paintings deck the walls while treats like coriander-crusted lamb, caramelized cauliflower and kicky aioli grace a plate of bull's blood microgreens. The wild mushroom sugo-laced gnocchi are A-mazing. Mascarpone-filled dates accompany an expertly dressed salad; the cuisine here is truly visionary, but grounded enough that it feels utterly mature, settled, perfected. While the check total isn't the lowest of this column's luminaries (let's say, $75 for a three course dinner for two with wine), it's certainly worth every innovative yet homey second of time spent enjoying what Blue Plate has to offer. This place is the sh*t. It's hidden away beneath a lit-up white light bulb arrow at the intersection of Mission and Valencia south of Cesar Chavez. Take a good friend for her birthday. Take your sweetheart. Take your mom. I don't care. Just check it out.

- Excerpt from SF Station Review by Tracie Broom