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| - I generally don't write reviews after 1 visit unless things were really great or really horrible. I had seen this place on yelp and it was pretty highly rated and I had a cousin visiting from out of town so I thought, pizza, why not, lets try Il Bosco!
We walked in the door and we were immediately greeted by "we have no room" from a white haired man named Bill (who I later deduced was the owner because he had his tweenage son working there as well). Hi to you too!
Alas he found us some space at the bar. I set my things down at the bar, and I happened to have a bottle of water with me that I didn't want to leave to roast in the car because it's Phoenix in July and that would be a waste. I had every intention of ordering a drink. He confiscated my bottle of water and placed it behind his counter, looked at me like I was some sort of village idiot and asked me if I brought my own food in for him to cook, too. I was dumbfounded. He only returned the water after my mom insisted she would put it away.
After reviewing the menu I ordered the Elana pizza without salami, as my cousins requested. Again, I got the you're-an-idiot face from Bill, and a "you just want a pizza with olives?" Why yes, sir, is that gonna be okay with you? I'm freakin paying aren't I? He did seem to be very friendly with customers that he knew or were regulars. Sorry you didn't give us that chance.
I was literally OVERWHELMED by the condescension. And then to add the icing on the cake he kept coming by to make sure everything was great and acted all reverent and friendly when we got done and were leaving. Its too freaking bad, Bill. Because Brent(?) and Gerardo and even your son Max were all lovely human beings and the pizza was pretty good too.
But if I wanna feel like an idiot I'll take a calculus class, not come to your pizza joint. Wont be returning.
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