Have you ever gone out with someone, whom on the first date you thought they were the shit, but by the second date, you found yourself texting everyone afterward, telling what an asshole he or she was?\nWell Mia Francesca IS that second date.\n\nMy first experience (review) here was a phenom. Splendid in every sense of the word.\nMy second 'date' was if Dr. Hyde himself had risen from the fictitious dead to run the show. \nEver the student of applied 'what the fuck went wrong' philosophy, I deduced the following:\n\nIf you're only mildly hungry, asking they split a meal, salad and glass of wine, there's sure to be someone in the kitchen reading your order who's probably jeering your presence, going; \"Great. Two cheap assholes in C3 just ordered, two bowls, two glasses, two small servings of bolognese sauce, and all on one order....how'd we get so lucky!\"\n\nThe rigatoni bolognese order, split, came in four separate bowls. Two with some dry as hell pasta, accompanied by two small bowls of bolognese sauce, not enough to mildy amuse the pasta.\nThe sauce was horrible. In fact, it was the antithesis of all that's holy in Italy. Someone had ruined it by adding way too much salt. So much, I'm pretty sure I'd bloat and retain water for the remainder of my natural life had I eaten a full serving. \n\nThe house salad incorporated a balsamic that was much too tart, making me pucker like a criminal whose probationary sentence included going down on Joan Rivers.\nAnyway, it was bitter, tasting somewhere between bile and gall.  I'm not sure. \n\nAnd the eleven dollar glass of house chianti was barely drinkable. The result of my asking the server to pick something good. My bad. \n\nI would have, should have complained but the thought of getting a free dessert wasn't going to fix my swelling-up, resembling the Dora the Explorer balloon in the Macy's parade. \n\nI'm going to chill on this place until the winter visitors return to roost. Since most are from Chicago, where Mia originates.  I'm sure THEY won't have a problem taking the manager aside and throttling him after tasting the Phoenix version of Mia.