I went last Sunday, but to be honest, already had my mind made up. When hankerin’ for pizza, why in the world would you choose a Starr restaurant? That’s like going to El Vez for Mexican! But here I was, in front of the place, hungry and alone. So I took my bad attitude inside for a sampling. I ordered the spinach pizza and a glass of the house wine. As I waited, warm and toasty in front of the oven, I couldn’t help but notice the “chain restaurant” feel to the place. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it has something to do with everything seemingly precisely staged. The service was warm and attentive, but maybe a little overboard, bordering on phony. All of the pizzas going out looked identical, the size and shape of the flame in the wood oven unchanging. I know, why complain? Who doesn’t value consistency in a restaurant? But there’s a difference between a place that is consistent as a means to excellence, and one that values consistency for the sake of…consistency. Wine arrived in a tumbler, which I know is part of their schtick, but even the simplist of wines deserve a decent glass. Plus it was warm! I don’t drink my reds chilled, but a little cooler than 90 degrees please. The pizza was good; the crust was a smidgeon thicker and drier than I like it, but there was nothing to complain about regarding the topping. The bill, for a tumbler of plonk and a small pizza, was close to $25 with tax and tip. I guess I’m not Stella's target customer, but next time I want pizza, I’ll just grab my $10 bottle of Barbera and head over to Paolo on Pine, where two of us could eat better and for less than I did, alone at Stella. I really don’t think they’ll miss me.