Last week, I finally went and checked out nebo, a restaurant/enoteca a couple of blocks from work. I’ve been meaning to check this place out for over a year; when I found out there was a restaurant two blocks away that served gluten-free pizza and pasta, and really great wine, I was super excited.
I wasn’t disappointed by the visit, either. A friend and I split a gluten-free pizza with artichokes and mozzarella, mussels in a spicy tomato sauce, a lovely Montepulciano, and some vanilla bean ice cream with espresso for dessert. The pizza crust was tasty; it had a lighter texture than most I’ve tried, and the toppings were delightful.
The best part of the night, though, wasn’t the food. It was the moment I walked in the door and the hostess (possibly the owner?) asked, “Would you like the gluten-free menu or the regular menu?” Like music to my ears.