Not much to write home about. I was looking forward to Procaccino's—I live down the street—but the pizza I had was disappointing. The heart of any pizza for me is the crust, and this one was diet thin, needed salt and lacked flavor; the cheese was almost non-existent, the tomato was good, not too sweet (and not a sauce, for those like me who care about such things) but salty, the sausage was ground and didn't have much fla vor. I liked my arugula salad. The place was a racket—a live album of Italian disco rock on the system, mostly applause, and the staff listened to talk radio. Eat outside if you can.