You bolt awake at night.
You’re fearful. Restless. Gripped by anxiety.
You’re worried that the area around Green and Randolph simply does not have enough places for good pizza and cocktails.
Hush now, child. Just you hush.
Bar Siena is here, and it’s going to make everything all right, starting tomorrow. (Here’s what it looks like.)
This’ll be a fun one. It’s a two-story behemoth from the Siena Tavern guys, who’ve proven capable with Italian food and pervasive feelings of happiness.
Here, they’ll achieve that with simple things: cheese fritters at the bar. Duck mac and cheese. Nutella-oozing calzones. Prosecco-topped cocktails. A big, fat, Ferrari-red pizza oven named Bella to make your Fireball pepperoni pies.
So bring the gang when you’re feeling free and easy. When you want to hear a weekend DJ spin vinyl. When only Chicken Wing Diavolo or linguine and clams on a shaded patio will soothe your savage breast.
Just remember that little window on the side. It’s called BomboBar. Swing by for a coffee and a PB&J bombolone (an Italian donut) before work. Swing by for honeycomb gelato after the club. Swing by for Italian ice just because it’s hot.
The swinging part is totally optional, though.
You’re fearful. Restless. Gripped by anxiety.
You’re worried that the area around Green and Randolph simply does not have enough places for good pizza and cocktails.
Hush now, child. Just you hush.
Bar Siena is here, and it’s going to make everything all right, starting tomorrow. (Here’s what it looks like.)
This’ll be a fun one. It’s a two-story behemoth from the Siena Tavern guys, who’ve proven capable with Italian food and pervasive feelings of happiness.
Here, they’ll achieve that with simple things: cheese fritters at the bar. Duck mac and cheese. Nutella-oozing calzones. Prosecco-topped cocktails. A big, fat, Ferrari-red pizza oven named Bella to make your Fireball pepperoni pies.
So bring the gang when you’re feeling free and easy. When you want to hear a weekend DJ spin vinyl. When only Chicken Wing Diavolo or linguine and clams on a shaded patio will soothe your savage breast.
Just remember that little window on the side. It’s called BomboBar. Swing by for a coffee and a PB&J bombolone (an Italian donut) before work. Swing by for honeycomb gelato after the club. Swing by for Italian ice just because it’s hot.
The swinging part is totally optional, though.