Transportative. Enlivening. Intoxicating flavors. Bold as love. Real food. Food the way food is supposed to be-or once was before factory farms and distractions. We happened to get the last seat at Tratto on the patio last night. And that made us lucky. And the thing about Chris Bianco's food is that it doesn't transport you to somewhere else as one imagines some food can. It doesn't take you to Italy, Tratto. No, it takes you to Phoenix. It takes you to Chris Bianco's utopian vision of food and place. And one is, as Chris would want one to be, deeply aware of both the farmer's hands and the server's care. The food is just a doorway to all the folks who made it happen. We were lucky enough to have chicken livers and lamb ragu and trout and that salad. And every single thing we ate astounded us with the richness, boldness, and balance of flavors. The tagliatelle was wildly acidic and creamy at once. The salty livers paired with sweet sticky berry jam. It was all distinctly memorable in a way that most things in our modern world aren't. I'm so happy. Thank you.