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| - When you reach the passover from double, to triple digit reviews, you want the century marker to be something notable and worthy. Where else could commemorate a 100th review than Pizzeria Bianco?
The secret to Bianco is really quite simple: Have kickass friends.
What I mean is, have friends who will call you mid-evening, and bless you with the great news that they have enrolled in Bianco prison, and would you kindly meet them for dinner in a few hours after the NCAA basketball games have finished and maybe after a little self-primping in front of the bedroom mirror?
Why, yes!
So, addressing the exhaustively discussed subject of wait time, having done both the hard-time and the soft-wait outside of Bianco, I have to say, "just get over it". Is anything worth waiting two, three, four hours for? Yes.
UT national championship football tickets.
A reunion Smiths show at the Hammersmith Apollo.
A plane ride to Seattle.
And Bianco Pizza.
What I'm trying to illustrate is, you are there for the experience. The wait, the wine, the conversation, rinse, repeat.
Eventually, you will get into the gorgeous early-century brick general-store-esque building and feel like you've accomplished something. Don't be a bitch about it. This is the highest quality slice you will likely ever have, and though some will argue the necessity for the buildup, you will never have the same dining experience anywhere else. Moreover, any place equally hyped and ballyhoo'd, will leave your wallet hundreds of dollars lighter. Bianco does not.
So, when the waiter came, and my gf and I finished off our delightful $9 Sangiovese (from Arizona, nonetheless -- hint: this is a RAAAAARE varietal for our state), we observed that they had Oak Creek Nut Brown Ale (from Sedona). An absolutely PERFECT brown ale, far FAR better than Newcastle or anything Four Peaks could brew up (the secret is in the superior Sedona water). My gf got that one, and of course out-selected me. Instead, I had the Mirror Pond Ale from Bend, Oregon .. a superior brew that represents the promised land of micro-brew very appropriately. Both were highly complimentary beers for our impending pizza dinner.
For our pizza selection, we chose the Rosa (the must-try for Bianco n00bs) and the margherita with prosciutto added on top. The Rosa, as usual was outstanding, but the margherita/prosciutto was absolutely fucking phenomenal. I couldn't get over how delicious this creation was and as a self-aggrandizing foodie, it was truly the best pizza I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Please do yourself a favor, loyal reader, and give consideration to this option upon next visit.
Overall, I could not dream of giving Bianco anything less than a solid 5 star rating. Look, I gag and eye-roll about overhyped goods like any other would. A band? If they've been out longer than 5 minutes, released anything longer than an EP, or have had a showcase at SXSW, hell, they're way to overexposed for my taste. A football team? I hate USC for no reason. And so on.
Bianco doesn't deserve similar criticism. Go for the oddity and hype, but stay because you have the sense to appreciate a remarkable overall experience.
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