Christopher Owens
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Forno 301 – The Only Thing Hotter Than My Breakup
Fresh off a breakup and in desperate need of something warm, comforting, and preferably carb-loaded, I wandered (emotionally disheveled but fashionably dressed) into Forno 301—a spot that’s never let me down, unlike a certain auburn-haired Swiss heartbreaker I could mention.
This Uptown gem serves up authentic Italian comfort in the form of crispy, wood-fired pizzas, twirly pastas, and cold cocktails that go down smoother than my last situationship. I started with the meatballs, because sometimes you just need a little tenderness—and let me tell you, they delivered more emotional support than Beau ever did. Perfectly seasoned, saucy, and exactly what my therapist forgot to prescribe.
Then came the Prosciutto Crudo pizza, which I’m convinced was handcrafted by the ghosts of Italian grandmothers who want me to heal. Paper-thin prosciutto, creamy mozzarella, and just the right amount of char on the crust. It was love at first bite—no emotional unavailability here, just pure, unfiltered deliciousness.
The service was friendly, fast, and served with just a dash of that “we’re Italian, and we know we’re better than you” attitude—which, honestly, felt a little like dating again. Except this time, I got what I asked for and it came with wine.
If you’re nursing a broken heart, celebrating something special, or just craving a damn good pizza, Forno 301 is the move. I’ll definitely be back—single, satisfied, and maybe wearing something clingy… just in case the waiter’s single too.