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Brunch: Saturday - Sunday, 11:00am - 2:00pm. Lunch: Monday - Friday, 11:00am - 3:00pm Saturday - Sunday, 11:30am - 3:00pm. Dinner: Sunday - Friday: 3:00pm - 10:00pm Saturday, 3:00pm - 11:00pm.

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Il Fornaio

301 N Beverly Dr
Beverly Hills, CA 90210
310-550-8330
www.ilfornaio.com

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Step inside Il Fornaio and take a culinary journey through Italy. Early mornings bring rustic, crisp crusted bread hot from the oven accompanied by the scent of fresh brewed espresso. During lunch and dinner hours, pastas and flavorful sauces simmer while meats and vegetables roast over hot coals. Bottles of wine from small, regional wineries are uncorked to complement the dishes, which have been crafted in the custom of Italy's chefs, bakers and homemakers. Il Fornaio means "the Baker" in Italian. This award-winning restaurant offers an authentic and unique Italian dining experience. Specialties include wood-fired rotisserie and grilled meats, poultry and game; housemade pastas; pizzas from an oak wood burning oven; fresh salads and housemade soups; a wide variety of desserts; and fresh baked bread made daily from scratch. Winner of the Wine Spectator Award of Excellence 2007.

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By jjluv7884 on 04/27/2004

I have gone to Il Fornaio several times and have loved it every time, they treat you with such respect like your there family. I can really say nothing bad except that it is a little small but thats your typical Beverly Hills restaurant.

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By horetor1 on 01/30/2002

The food was o.k. translation: I've had better Italian, especially at that cost. The service was perplexing. For whatever reason, I made the waitress extremely nervous the moment I entered. The place was almost empty. She was visibly shaken and didn't quite seem to know what to do with me or even what to say. I would hesitate to suggest that my dark skin tipped her balance; in fact I would be delighted to learn that that was indeed NOT the case. What was it that caused her, apparently for lack of anything else to say, to ask me when she brought dessert if I would mind keeping my entree fork? A very strange experience. I haven't quite figured it out. However, since, for me, eating out is neither a research project nor a sociological study, I won't go back.