Okay, confession time: I moved to Arizona for the weather, not the food. I figured I’d survive on tacos, burger joints, and the occasional overpriced salad.
Then I met Vincent on Camelback. Nestled in a quiet corner of Phoenix, this little Italian gem makes a lasagna so rich, so layered, so darn perfect, I almost cried mid-bite.
It’s like they fly their pasta in from Naples and age the ricotta on the moon…