I once lived in a tiny little town where . . . . to indicate how unsophisticated or un-something-or-other it was, I would say "they think pizza is an ethnic food." I have eaten (a guilty pleasure) at Pizza Hut -- and I like it. And I definitely like both Ciccino's and Cam's Pizza in Geneva. Yep, once in a while, I like a pizza. I even like it, once in a while, delivered to my door (hopefully) piping hot.
That's not what I am writing about here at all. What I am writing about is Billsboro's pizza nights. While there are always imperfections, these nights are among the most wonderfully magic of all. The pizzas -- well, there are only so many inches in that out door pizza oven, and so they do not come quickly -- are delightful. There are always a few options, and often the dough comes from Dustin at Normal Bread. And, if you're wise, you order the appetizer plate -- often with charcuterie of some sort, pickled thiese and thats, a bit of cheese, and whatever seems to cross someone's mind. The wines -- well, Vinnie makes very good wines -- and my dining delight partner is a big fan of the Syrah -- I like the pinot and some of the whites. (Who knew a dozen or twenty years ago that I would like ANY of the reds from our area, let alone several from one winery. The world has changed. And not all of it in bad ways.)
The vibe is great too. Even though you might be waiting quite some time, you are most definitely having a blast. The view through the trees to Seneca Lake is splendid, especially when the sun moves just into the right place to make you smile. The music is enticing and different each time. (I loved the accordion player, for example). The smells of food cooking wafting around are also dandy. And, the combination of locals and not-so-locals makes for good conversation at the tables where often strangers sit together. The folks who run Billsboro, Vinnie and Kim, help make for a good vibe too -- as do their children who are out and about. The parking is an adventure when it is busy -- enjoy it.
Yep, I might quibble -- maybe they really do need to have salt and pepper chakers around though we keep trying to remember to bring some with us -- and once in a while if you call too late you miss the event because the reservations are limited (hint). But, every single time I have been there someone has said (and not always me) -- aren't we lucky to live here?