Okay so to be fair i must explain my 2 star rating; it is extremely conditional and is most likely not the restaurants fault but nevertheless im dishing out my wrath, but with restraint as well:\na while back i came here on a date. It was a cool autumnal (phoenix's version of autumn) night and as we stepped inside we were told by the hostess that there were no tables available and that we'd have to wait 15 min or so. No big deal. We asked if we could sit outside on the patio, 'sure' we were told 'a server will be right with you'.\nwe sit down, chit chat, exchanging pleasantries and, diggi do, the minutes fly by.\n5 min pass and not even a glance from inside. 8 min pass and still not even a water. I was famished at that point and was starting to get cranky, my then girlfriend sensed this and was getting anxious at my growing irritation. we start trying to make eye contact with someone inside; nothing. 10 minutes go by and we sit unnoticed.\nwe waited, and waited. discussing the menu. trying to be patient. \nafter 20 some odd minutes we were about to round the thity minute mark when i'd had enough. Being that it wasn't even my idea to eat there, and that i was starving (not too mention we hadnt even been given water at this point) i flew into a temper tantrum and demanded we leave immediatly. \nGranted i could've stepped inside and asked for service but that just seemed embarassing and unnecessary from my point of view.\nSo all in all my loath for Bocca has little or nothing to do with their food, as i've never been privledged to try it, but more to do with being treated like a filthy undesireable proletariate- \nwhich i may or mayn't be....but thats hardly for them to decide.\nyou've disappointed me Bocca.