Siamo nel Forno

I went recently. The pizza bread wasn't that great, a bit chewy. Maybe it's cooked well and I just don't like it. But I've liked other Neapolitan pizzas better. The sauce and cheese were delicious.

Tonight my boyfriend and I had the most disgusting restaurant experience of our lives. He has been here with friends years ago, and it was my first time here, and we've been talking about going together for literally the past year and a half.nnWe finally made it here tonight; the ambiance was lovely and the staff were super friendly and helpful. Shortly after we were seated at one of the small tables against the windows, a couple came in and sat a few feet away from us at the corner table (closest to the door). The woman put her head down onto the table and looked ill.nnMinutes later, our food arrived. We were SO excited to share two pizzas, an appetizer, and try desserts. We were drinking wine and it was great. I was particularly looking forward to trying the pizza with potatoes, like I had eaten years ago while traveling in Italy.nnIn that moment, before we could touch the food, suddenly there was the sound of liquid splashing loudly. I felt drops of liquid hit my left thigh (closer to where the above-mentioned couple was seated), so I assumed they had spilled water. Then the sound continued, and my boyfriend and I looked over in horror as we realized that the woman was projectile vomiting - aiming at the floor but splashing everything in the vicinity, including my thigh.nnObviously it was horrifyingly disgusting, particularly that it had splashed onto my thigh and there were chunks and droplets of vomit on the floor right next to my shoe (and who knows where else). The empty chair immediately to my left was covered in a puddle of vomit. We gave the man our napkins to help the woman clean herself, and then the couple left, and so did the other closest table. We obviously felt bad for her, but it was shockingly horrific.nnThe staff came over, apologizing profusely, and offering to box up the pizza or move us to a table further from the window. I explained that the vomit had splattered on my jeans, and pointed out the droplets right next to me on the floor. The untouched pizza was a foot or two away from my thigh, on top of the table. Obviously the concern was that droplets could have reached the food, and certainly the barely-touched wine and water cups in front of us.nnI let them know that we were so excited to try the food, but as I now had vomit on me we needed to go home so I could shower. The staff brought me napkins to clean my thigh, and kept apologizing, but didn't seem to know how else to handle the (understandably shocking) situation.nnWe left, I showered, my clothes will be washed tomorrow, and I now feel clean and not horrified with disgust. We are now going to eat delivery pizza at midnight, and unfortunately chalk this up to the most disgusting restaurant experience in our lives, with really disappointing customer service during a shocking situation.nnAt least now I'm not covered in vomit :)

We ordered three pizzas and honestly, we didn't like any of them! We give it a very fair 5! (5 out of 10) The pizzas were tasteless, lacking in salt, too soggy, not very crispy, and had a rubbery dough... in short, we won't be back.

The food is so-so. The pizza dough tastes like flour, indicating it's raw or undercooked. The service is half good (a really nice guy) and half bad (a woman who had eaten vinegar for breakfast). The tomato sauce is more or less a can of tomato puree poured over the dough. Not very enjoyable. There are many better places.

The best pizza in Buenos Aires by far