At least they were eager to see us..
The benchmark for any Italian restaurant and pizzeria is the margarita pizza.
I mentioned this to the waitress who assured me that was indeed the way to go.
My pizza arrived promptly, my disappointment followed as quickly. The crust was already soggy in the middle of the pizza, and made for a rather chewy experience.
Perhaps the greatest culinary marriage of all time is the marriage between a fine mozzarella cheese, and basil. The margarita pizza raison d'être is the showcase this marriage. Plopped unceremoniously in a puddle of wet cheese was the single basil leaf. To their credit, after a little prompting, the maître d' brought us over a generous bowl of basil.
We had also ordered the caprese salad-yet one more time to celebrate what should be a fine marriage!
The olive oil was a bit pedantic, the cheese acceptable, and the rather unflavourful tomatoes had been refrigerated! What self-respecting chef permits tomatoes to be refrigerated?
All in all, I won't be back, there are too many excellent pizzerias an thicity restaurants in the city that can compete.