{upper west side}

nevermind the fact that my visit to fratelli la bufala last night included the worst service in the history of... ever* {it opened last week, so i have faith. i want to have faith.} the better fact is that my four dates and i did not starve, and then some. perhaps it was because our pizza arrived at the height of my hungry attack, perhaps this pizza really was some of the best, doughiest, chewiest, tastiest, flavorfullest i've ever had. i guess i'll find out when i go back for a second and third and fourth time, which i fully plan on doing. especially given their industrially rustic vibe which i am weirdly in to.

-yeh!

*i'll leave this kvetch fest to the yelpers