
So when somehow we ended up without plans for the night of the 24th, and I wasn't willing to cook, Adam said he ONLY felt like Settebello pizza, so we drove downtown. It was worth it.
And conveniently located next door is a yummy gelato place. (I always have room for gelato.)
Lincoln's latest move is to put his hands behind his back when you feed him something. Pleasant, isn't he?

Elliott snagged a scoop of everyone's to make an E original.

It was such a nice night that we ate our gelatos on the grass outside. We could hear people wondering about where to eat as they walked by. I wanted to grab them and tell them how lovely and delicious Settebello's is- but I know it's not for everyone. (But it is for us.)
Has anyone read, "Eat, Pray, Love" yet? She describes the pizza at Settebello's perfectly. Except she's in Naples, Italy- apparently the birth place of pizza. So if you want a taste of Italy...


