If only the food here wasn't that pricey, I would probably go back and you know, take my friends with me next time. But with a bill of $50 (including tax and tips) for two 9" pizzas plus a half pint of Carlsberg, that's a surefire way to lose my friends' trust in my resto recommendations. Which is too bad because my pizza was pretty damn good. It's called la fĂ´ret noir and the toppings consist of prosciutto, portobello and mascarpone. The mascarpone 'blobs' on the four quarters of the pizza reminded me of egg benedicts and absolutely stole the show. Ambiance was lovely and service was not bad, but I can't really justify the price tag with any of the above.