Upon hearing our most beloved Buona Forchetta was opening a
Liberty Station location, we were immediately calendaring the opening and
planning to go on Wednesday. That is, until Suzy texted me with the “name on
the list” soft opening invite on Monday. Since I was already working an Info
event at Liberty Station (plus drooling over google images of pizza), it worked
out perfectly to go.
We arrived after my event – walking in during that perfect
window of time where the fringe friends clear out, leaving the extended Italian
family who seem like they flew directly from the shores of Sicily with gelato
and bottles of vino. We stepped into a scene that could be based in
Rome – pizzas slung out of the oven within minutes; slices of mozzarella and
ciabatta perched up on corners of the room, served with greetings of kisses on
the cheeks and exchanged “gratzies” reverberating through hugs within circles
of slicked hair and long suit coats; risotto dished up on plates with fresh meatballs
adorning the top, children creeping in between adults and given priority for
being second cousins of the owner. I attempted to vibe my 25% Italian heritage
and reciting of “mangia mangia!” in valiant effort to chameleon with the
locals, but when Ben was met with a scowl after ordering an Old Fashioned at
the bar; it quickly gave us away. This is Chianti country, after all.
We helped ourselves to seconds and thirds and fourths of
chocolate coated ricotta cream puffs intermixed with lingering pepperoni pizza
slices and three-cheese pasta dishes. We left our glimpse of Italy with bellies full
and hearts content and even more determination to get there someday soon.
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