Born here, raised in Bernal, still cannot parallel park to save my life, so obviously I'm qualified to rank the streets that make grown adults cry behind the wheel. These hills separate the tourists from the locals, and honestly some of us locals are still failing the test after 30 years. Bring patience, bring an emergency brake you trust with your life, and maybe bring a burrito for the drive home because you'll have earned it.
Same brutal grade as Filbert but with a better view of the Mission, so at least you can see your taco destiny while your car threatens to become a rollercoaster.
Yes it's a tourist trap, yes the line of cars is longer than the line at Bi-Rite, and yes I still drive it every time out-of-town friends visit because watching them panic never gets old.
Sharing a lane with a cable car while trying to parallel park is a very specific San Francisco flavor of stress. I have never once nailed it on the first try.