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Vito's - Excellent Pizza, Frustrating Service


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Vito's - Excellent Pizza, Frustrating Service

ElsieDee | | Jul 19, 2007 03:26 PM

We finally made it to Vito's last Saturday night (we live in the Pasadena area and just don't make it to the Hollywood area very often).

First things first - I've been eating pizza for a long time and had come to the conclusion that I don't care for the thin crust pizzas. I would now like to retract that conclusion. In fact, it turns out that while I don't care for other thin crust pizzas, Vito's are incredible! That crust that's somewhere better crispy and chewy, with a few lightly carred bubbles. Really, really marvelous (and now I understand why people have been frustrated with other thin-crust offerings here in L.A., if this crust is the norm back east).

Anyway, we originally ordered the White Pizza and a calzone (can't recall which one, but it had pretty much everything) to go. Amazingly, both reheated reasonably well on a stone in our oven - not as good as eating there, but more than acceptable. And we'll definitely go back to try more of the pizza options. We also had two slices while there - one of the cheese and one of the pepperoni. Both were just ... perfect. Not too much sauce, not too many toppings - simple and perfect, with all of the flavors and textures meeting and blending into something incredible. Really, I am now a convert to Vito's pizzas.

As for the service, I've no idea if the person at the till was new or having an off night or if she was always like this, but it was pretty off-putting, and it started the minute we walked in and went to the counter to grab a menu - she asked what we wanted to order, we said that we weren't sure and needed to look at the menu. She said, "Well, do you want pasta or pizza?" and we replied "We're not sure, we need a minute or two to decide." At which point she sighed and then glared at us. Weird. So then we ordered the whie pizza and the calzone to go and paid.

After a few minutes of waiting (and drooling over the pies in the window), I asked the girl how long it'd be for our order to be finished. She replied "oh, at least half-an-hour." I looked at my dining partner (DP) and we didn't even need to discuss options - "Okay, while we're waiting we'll have a cheese slice and a pepperoni." So that's rung in, and then my DP notices the sign about them having wine, so he orders a glass of the house red. Total for two slices and a glass of red? $17.00 and some change! Okay, our fault for not asking the price on the wine (since the pizza wasn't more than $5.00, that wine was $12.00).

The slices were delivered to our table, but not the wine. Went back and asked the girl - she said "Yeah, hang on." So back to the table. Slices were cooling off, so we started to eat them. And we finished them. And still no wine. Back to the counter - her response "I'm getting to it!" My response "That's okay, our order'll be out in a moment, just cancel the wine." Her reply "They've already poured it and you've paid. I can't do that." Um, okay - so the wine's been poured but not delivered to the table or handed over the counter? So I turn back to ask my DP what he wants to do, and I see that our pizza and calzone, boxed and ready to go, are on the table.

It's late, we're tired, and we're hungry. I turn back to ask the girl if she can't just refund the wine charge and we'll get out of her hair - she turns and walks away toward the pizza ovens. A glance back at my DP and one of the kitchen staff was handing him a tumbler of wine. So what to do? Obviously eat a slice or two of the white pizza while the wine's consumed. Open the box, take out two slices, and then the girl snaps at us across the counter, "You can't eat that here, it's to go!"

Okay, we just wanted to leave, so the DP (who hates to waste anything) gulped down the tumbler of wine and we left.

As I said, the pizza was incredible and I would gladly recommend that people go there. And I'd go back, too, for the food. But the interaction with that one person was enough to sour the initial experience.

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