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| - Apparently, I've not written my review of Cibo as yet. Cibo has excellent pizza in a charming atmosphere - it's a great date restaurant, Girls-Night-Out restaurant, or "Place to take your hip Mom" restaurant. Not a ton of testosterone here. Which is fine, we're secure enough to come here and sit on the spindly little patio chairs and sip wine and munch on pizza and idly agree with the dining companion du jour about how cute everything is.
I lied in the previous sentence. I never munch on pizza. Perhaps I shouldn't be hungry as I write this, but I tend to devour my pizza in such a way that embarrasses anyone with a good view. I imagine it must be like a train wreck.
The service here has some issues. They always take care of me, per se, and they do it with a degree of aplomb, but I have gotten some attitude here previously. Maybe they have elephantine memories and remember that time I brought my plastic cup of iced mocha from Fair Trade and refused to let them take it until halfway through my meal (I wasn't done with it!!!!) or the one time my friend asked if she could get a side of Ranch Dressing (not kidding, seriously you should know by now I honestly couldn't make this stuff up [to which request the waiter replied with a terse "Umm, no."])
I have yet to find the perfect pizza ingredients here - Diavolo is too spicy, other things I've tried are too sweet, not enough flavor, or have other drawbacks (vegetables, for instance) which prevent them from being favorites. I guess I come back for the overall experience, despite the occasionally uneven service. Plus, it's almost magically easy compared to Bianco's. (probably the only comparison with Bianco's it will ever win).
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