My sister-in-law Laura and I grabbed lunch at A Tavola in Over-the-Rhine one afternoon. Sorry there are not tons of pictures to look at. There was tons of pizza in my hands-mouth.
When we were handed the menus, I thanked the waiter and proceeded to mindlessly flip through the pages. They could have been upside down, backwards, and written in Polish, I wouldn’t have known the difference. I definitely wasn’t reading anything.
When dining here, I just cannot not order the bacon wrapped dates and the fig and procuitto pizza. Those in one word? Rude. Seriously. If you go here and don’t order the above, I hope you feel my eyes burning straight through you.