Tuesday night I ate at Varasano’s, a new pizza place that all of the Atlanta food bloggers have been waxing logorrhoeicly about for the past few months. I don’t get what all the hype is about. Granted, I’ve only been there once now and I should give it another shot, but it wasn’t all that.
My friend and I both ordered spinach salads to start. The salads were good, albeit a little heavy on the dressing. I got a Margherita pizza that was soggy throughout the middle, and he ordered a caramelized onion pizza that was unbelievably greasy. So greasy, in fact, that when he cut into it it went flying off the table and on to the floor. After I stopped laughing, I made him a solemn promise never to recount the tale of the flying pizza. I lied. Just like I lied that time I promised not to tell anyone that he once asked me what chi-hua-hua cheese was.
Varasano’s does carry La Fin du Monde beer and a pretty decent wine list. Service is excellent and the staff is genuinely friendly. Maybe Tuesday was an off night or maybe they are still working out the kinks of their first week. Not sure I will go back to find out.