Est. San Diego, CA

Tyler Espistachio

A proud Day Go child with Italian roots so deep, they reach all the way back to the old country... via I-5 South.

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Day Go Born

Born where the sun always shines and the burritos are the size of your forearm. San Diego raised, ocean-breeze approved. Karl the Fog stays in SF where he belongs.

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Italian by Heritage

Will judge your red sauce with the intensity of a thousand nonnas. Uses hand gestures so aggressively that nearby objects are in danger. Thinks Olive Garden is a war crime.

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Beach + Pasta Life

The only person who brings homemade prosciutto to the beach. Sunburns easily because Mediterranean genes skipped one critical feature. SPF 100, minimum.

Things Tyler Believes In

Gabagool is a food group. And yes, it's pronounced gabagool, not "capicola." If you say capicola at the deli, you get what you deserve.
Every Italian-American knows someone "connected." Tyler's uncle Tony "knows a guy" for literally everything. Need a plumber? He knows a guy. Need a new identity? ...He knows a guy.
Sunday Gravy is sacred. It's gravy, not sauce. This hill has been died on by generations of Espistachios. The pot goes on at 7 AM and you WILL be at the table by 2 PM. No exceptions. Not even for the Padres game.
Talking with your hands is a language. Tyler once explained an entire business proposal using only gestures and eyebrow movements. The deal closed.
Day Go + Italian = unstoppable vibes. It's the laid-back SoCal energy meets the passionate Italian refusal to eat bad food. Fish tacos AND fresh pasta? That's not fusion. That's evolution.
Breaking bread is non-negotiable. Tyler will 100% invite you over for dinner within 5 minutes of meeting you. Declining is technically an insult to three generations of ancestors.
"You're too skinny. Eat."
- Every Italian Grandmother, Always
"In San Diego, we put avocado on everything. In Italy, they put olive oil on everything. Tyler puts both."
- The Espistachio Family Cookbook, probably