Arturo's

I'm not sure how I feel about Arturo's. The pizza hits every time, no doubt, but the music . . . still waiting for something that smokes. Tepid competence at best, sometimes a groove - mostly the music seems like a mild distraction for the players and audience alike - like they'd just assume fuck, drink or eat with or without jazz. But hey, the laughter is there, the service bitchin' - if I need to take a good friend somewhere for a drink, aggreezy slice, and broken conversation: Arturo's. Next week we up the street to that BRazillian joint - ZINC BAR!