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| - My son would come home from the CIA in New York and we would go over to Camelback for a movie and a Pizza at Bianco's. it was great pizza, and you could sit and talk with Chris and it was a perfect evening. My son honed in on the mozzarella, which Chris handmade everyday, and they would talk about developing gluten.
When he moved downtown we tried to follow him for an occasional pie, but it got to be impossible. Major foodies were Dubbing Bianco, Best in the West...the country...the world. The lines were 2 hours for the very few seats. People started sharing reservation and line trading strategies. We went a couple of times and it was very good, but for me the best times were just before closing at the Town and Country, listening to Chris talk about wood-fired ovens and the search for perfection. If you haven't tried it, you owe it to yourself. Turn in your name, go to the Science Museum, come back have your pizza and file it in your memory. It's that good, but I have to wonder whether its as good as the memory
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