I haven't seen my bff in months because of our schedules, so we decided to stop the insanity & just make it happen. After work on Saturday I battled the game traffic (go Dawgs!) and headed to Atlanta. Wendy's fellow was nice enough to let us stay at his lovely condo. Check out the views:
Ok, so you order your pizza at the front counter, turn the corner to enter the kitchen, get in where you fit it at one of the communal tables, and open your bottle of wine.
Let the fun begin!
Italian opera blaring, brick ovens flaming, pizza dough flying.
The owner's 12 year old son, Johnny (Jonathan Luigi Di Palma), is a bit of a celebrity.
Seriously, don't forget to order a cannoli.
(the pistachio end was a lot prettier before my fork got involved)
Bellissimo!
Who knew a night in Atlanta could feel like a trip to Italy?
