I went back to our hippest wine bar about town the other day to see if the recent departure of the chef had improved the food and I have to say that the pizza being thrown out of that kitchen these days is excellent (the risotto balls aren’t bad either). They seem to have trimmed back the toppings on the pie and improved the crust somehow, leaving the whole thing a bit more authentic, in an Italian sense, and letting the flatbread be about the flatbread and not big glops of tomato sauce that will only serve to burn the hell out of your mouth. Of course, Social is the place to drink wine, when you can get to the bar, and I yearn for the time to go on a weekday night, when the lack of the beautiful people and their raucous, irritating cacophony will leave me free to nosh on some good pie and a tantalizing flight of juice.