On a recent trip home to visit my parents, I had the pleasure of eating at an upscale, modern Italian restarant, Isabella’s in Lynchburg, Virginia (If you’re a minority, don’t be put off by the name of the city. It’s named after a person, not a verb.).Before I even got to the wine list, I looked down and realized that one of the nightly specials was an small pizza served as an appetizer.
