Tom Sietsema wrote about Toscana Cafe for a September 2009 First Bite column.
A fresh place to eat in the shadow of Union Station? No sooner does a reader share the word (“I’ve lunched there three days in a row!”) than a friend and I hop in a cab and join the line snaking outside the sunny yellow, two-story Toscana Cafe on a recent workday.
A gelato cart parked near some tables on the patio is a good omen. Scanning the menu on the wall inside, we are also pleased to see “homemade” lasagna and pizza offered by the slice. We order both, throw in a sandwich and a plastic cup of tiramisu, pay for the spread at a cash register and head outside to soak up some afternoon rays and verify my tipster’s rave.