A + W at F + W

Two of my favorite people to hang out with: Ad + Wig. Two words that come together to form a very good place to eat: Flour + Water.
JP and I walked from the AdWig home to the restaurant, which is quite stylin' and heavily hipster'd. The dude who managed to shatter Ad's wine glass - while attempting to deliver our salad - was too cool to actually apologize. Our waitress did so, however, and brough Ad a nice fresh glass of the white wine we'd chosen (good, not too pricey).
The food? Yes, it's worth a bit of 'tude. Our salad featured the leafy goodness of radicchio, fennel and sunchokes in a lemony vinaigrette. The pizza, well, we regretted ordering only one. Funghi - meaty hedgehog and hen-of-the-woods mushrooms with pecorino and herbs - must be ordered, MUST, I tell you. Great blistery/freckly crust, too. There was a ramekin of perfectly roasted winter veggies (kale and turnips), and three pastas, though not being a meat-eater, I only tasted one: chitarra with squid, tarragon, salsify and chili oil. So earthy and satisfying. If we'd had some bread, we'd have sopped up the juices, but you have to ask for bread at F + W, so don't be shy like we were.
Reading their web site, I am gratified to know about their dough-obessed pizzaiolo. May he never recover; I have more pizzas to devour.