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| - This place is my religion.
Like the Phoenix, a bite of their delicious pizza will have you rising from the proverbial ashes. One bite! and you'll have the goddamn spiritual/emotional awakening you've wasted decades watching Oprah for.
I've tried every pizza on their menu, from the ever-classic Margherita to the red-hot Nduja Sausage. I'm equally well-versed in their Appetizers & Desserts. So, coming from a true believer, I'll give it to you straight.
CIBUM:
The House-Made Sausage pizza was arguably constructed by The Big Man himself. It's the unique combination of gooey mozza cheese, caramelized onions, sausage and chilli oil- all melting angelically on top of Libretto's died-and-gone-to-Heaven crust.
My recommendation: preface with the Rocco's Salad or Beef Carpaccio and finish things off with the tiramisu.
POPULO:
The staff know the true meaning of hospitality. They are the warmest people you'll find in this industry. The best part for me is seeing and tasting the passion they have for their menu, it's baked right into every bite, present from the moment you walk in the door.
AERIS:
The atmosphere is usually quite loud. Don't plan on a quiet or romantic evening when you come here. You'll be seated with elbows nearly touching the man or woman to your left.
CONCLUSIO:
If you are looking for divine intervention, look no further. The menu is decadent, even sinful, but without the side dish of Catholic Guilt you might have elsewhere.
This is the way food ought to be made. Amen.
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