This weekend started out with Pizzeria Bianco on Friday night, yum. Our friends got there early to get our names on the list for a table...and miracles of all miracles...it was a "short" 2-hour wait and we ate in the daylight hour of 6:30P (weird). Normally we wait till 9:30, 10PM--and it is worth it. It is a small restaurant in Downtown Phoenix's Heritage Square that seats maybe 45 people and there is a whole other cottage next door that serves as the waiting area/bar. I don't know if you know who Chris Bianco is...but he is kinda a big deal. Google him, trust Food & Wine or go to a best pizza ever website, he will be on there. All factors contribute to the wait for these wood fired slices of wonderful that he makes. So good that when you eat the magical combinations of meat and cheese, you can't help but make some sort of sexual moan. Yeah, that good.
Saturday I think my other set of friends tricked me. They dropped off their adorable 5 month old baby boy who's cry is only the equivalent of what some kids use as a warm up vocal sequence. He didn't give me a poopy diaper, just giggles and snuggles. So I am in love and again feeling "guilty" for waiting to have kids.
Japan. Sushi. You best be worth the wait!
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