Matthew B.
Yelp
I came to Tavola expecting pizza. What I got was a religious awakening, a craft beer education, and a sudden, irresistible urge to commit light larceny. Five stars is simply not enough; they need to invent a new celestial tier just for this establishment.
Let's start with the pizza. It is, without hyperbole, the best I have ever consumed. I haven't been this speechless since I misplaced my remote. The crust is a triumph of engineering, the sauce is clearly made from tomatoes grown in the Garden of Eden, and the cheese... well, the cheese and I have a deep, emotional connection now. All other pizzas are merely dough coasters.
The beer selection is less a menu and more a meticulously curated gallery of liquid gold. It's extensive, unique, and clearly hand-picked by someone who truly understands that life is too short for mediocre lagers.
But the real magic trick? The staff. They are incredible. Attentive, personable, and possessed of a kind of warm, magnetic energy that makes you feel like you've been invited into their private, pizza-filled home. They don't just clear plates; they anticipate your needs before you've registered the thought. They're practically culinary psychics.
It was, in short, a perfect dining experience. So perfect, in fact, that when it was time to leave, I seriously considered bundling them up along with any remaining slices and taking them home. Tavola, you have my money, my heart, and my highest recommendation. (Please don't call the police about the bundling comment; I'm working on my impulse control.)
5/5 Stars.