our capital adjustment of pizza did not disappoint

Maybe I got off on the amiss bottom by acclimation an appetizer, though. My adage is that the alone applicable appetizer for pizza is the aboriginal slice. But my developed acquaintance had heard acceptable things about the "Fireside Fondue," so we requested an order. As it affronted out, it was basically a basin of hot pizza booze with broiled cheese on top. It was served with what the card describes as "Really Garlicky Herbed Crisps," which could added accurately be alleged "pizza crust."

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Unlike the fondue, our capital adjustment of pizza did not disappoint: Parma Prosciutto (with dupe cheese, broiled red peppers and atramentous olives) and the Fireside Meatballs (with broiled red onions and broiled red peppers).

Both captivated acceptable amounts of garlic in the candied sauce, admitting I'll accept to accord the high duke to the prosciutto pie. The meatballs were actual good, but the pizza too labor-intensive. The pie had eight analogously spaced meatballs on it, doled out one per slice. So, unless you cut up the meatball and broadcast the pieces yourself, the bite-by-bite acquaintance was: pizza, pizza, ENORMOUS MEATBALL, pizza, pizza, crust.

The pizzas accepted to be actually that a lot of awkward of sizes--a little too big for one person, not actually big abundant to augment two. This bind is a bit easier if your date is a female, as you could breach one: you'll yield four pieces, she'll yield two. Or bigger yet, one. (If she takes added than two slices, abandon yourself to breaking things off. One day you'll accident accepting out-duded by your date.) On the added hand, if you're a gay dude on a date or just a dude bistro with added guys in a non-gay way, you're gonna anniversary charge your own pizza.