Via Tribunale

Well, my friends and I went to Via Tribunale last night. We were one day too late.

Via Tribunale is a little Neopolitan pizzeria on Capitol Hill, exposed brick, stained glass window lamps, wooden booths, stand-alone wood burning pizza oven. It's gotten rave reviews from people that understand pizza napolitana, but kids and ugly americans give it a thumbs down. Almost everything is imported, including (according to the Stranger) staff and the fire wood (not true).

Anyway, it was delicious, and very authentic; the menu was totally in italian and even had typos. The mozzarella was impeccably fresh, the antipasti were beautiful (an assortment of meats from Salumi); the pizze were thin, fresh, with a bright, sunny tomato sauce, and they arrived unsliced, just like in Italy. My friends sliced it into wedges, the American way, but I ate mine the Roman way, slicing each bite like a steak (and felt self conscious). The house wine was fine, the desserts were dreamy--we ordered a creme brule (which was really panna cotta) and something affogato. With tax and tip, the bill for four was $140. More than I had expected.

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This morning I got an email from the Dean; he said the Team Faculty's score did not include our 4th place showing at Dance Dance Revolution. Instead of 3rd place, we may have tied for 2nd. Someone should have beeen watching the math.




The only problem is that the Times did a big review on it the day before yesterday, so we got absolutely zero snob appeal last night.