Forno 301 — Restaurant in Phoenix

On Friday the 13th I asked my friends to join me to go to this restaurant. It wasn't our first time here, but this time the service was so bad that I finally had to write something. I walk in and it was busy (which is not surprising) I wait in line and it's my turn to ask for a table. When I get there the server looks at me looks away and very rudely says "put your phone down" and then turns away. I was so confused because I was nervous and was just messing with my phone and had it towards my chest. I was never recording and didn't have my flashlight on. Finally he acknowledges me, and after writing my name down for a table I go get drinks next door. (They said this is fine and that he would go and get me).

After, 25 minutes my friends and I get a table and we sit down. We order our drinks and order our food. We make a last minute change and we ask the SAME waiter if he could help us with find which charcuterie board we got last time and he rolls his eyes as if we were holding him up or he had better things to do. This was the last time other than him dropping off our food that he interacted with us. Never were we asked if we wanted more drinks, if our food was okay. The last time a DIFFERENT waiter came was to give us our check and ask if we needed boxes.

Overall this was a horrible experience. The food wasn't that great either, the pizza was a bit undercooked. You can't really mess up a charcuterie board so that was fine.

I've been here three times and the first time I had the same horrible server and thought he was having a bad time. The second time was a lovely server and we gladly spent over $300 there on food. Hoping things would be like the second time we came a third and LAST time. If you get this server, I would choose a different one or just don't go at all, as I know I won't be...

Let me first start with the service at this place was awful. We sat at the bar outside because it was such a beautiful day the waiter was rude and awful. I ordered a soda and it was flat so I decided to get a different one and that soda was also flat we told our waiter about it and she was rude she started showing us that there gas in the soda line, so she then poured us another drink and was like “ see, we changed the gas yesterday” I had told her multiple times that it was ok I didn’t need another soda that I would just drink water. She then turned to her other coworker and started speaking Spanish not knowing that I am fluent in Spanish (Spanish is my first language) she told her coworker “ see this people are going to give me issues and complain about everything.” She continued to grab another soda which was in a bottle and open a ginger ale after we told her multiple times that water was just fine. We were polite to her we kindly told her what the issue was with the soda but she got defensive and her attitude changed towards us. She never once checked on us to see if we were doing ok or needed anything. We never got refills on waters. We sat there waiting for boxes for about 45mins until another waiter brought us boxes. We had to ask the waiter that brought was our to boxes for the check. We came to this place because we saw good reviews. The service at a restaurant is what makes it or breaks it for me. And the service was horrible!!!!!! I would not recommend this place. There’s other pizza places with better service. I would give it zero stars if google review would allow it but it doesn’t. Would not recommend just because of the horrible...

Forno 301 – The Only Thing Hotter Than My Breakup

Fresh off a breakup and in desperate need of something warm, comforting, and preferably carb-loaded, I wandered (emotionally disheveled but fashionably dressed) into Forno 301—a spot that’s never let me down, unlike a certain auburn-haired Swiss heartbreaker I could mention.

This Uptown gem serves up authentic Italian comfort in the form of crispy, wood-fired pizzas, twirly pastas, and cold cocktails that go down smoother than my last situationship. I started with the meatballs, because sometimes you just need a little tenderness—and let me tell you, they delivered more emotional support than Beau ever did. Perfectly seasoned, saucy, and exactly what my therapist forgot to prescribe.

Then came the Prosciutto Crudo pizza, which I’m convinced was handcrafted by the ghosts of Italian grandmothers who want me to heal. Paper-thin prosciutto, creamy mozzarella, and just the right amount of char on the crust. It was love at first bite—no emotional unavailability here, just pure, unfiltered deliciousness.

The service was friendly, fast, and served with just a dash of that “we’re Italian, and we know we’re better than you” attitude—which, honestly, felt a little like dating again. Except this time, I got what I asked for and it came with wine.

If you’re nursing a broken heart, celebrating something special, or just craving a damn good pizza, Forno 301 is the move. I’ll definitely be back—single, satisfied, and maybe wearing something clingy… just in case the...