out at a tavola

out at a tavolaMy 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.out at a tavola

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