A stone’s throw from the old location and just as wildly popular, this Dallas sfoenix (we can’t resist a pun) could do with a little more refining. Tuscan white bean bruschetta lacked zip and the bread was untoasted. However, the quattro formaggio pizza had a fine thin crust and arrived piping hot. Alas, a nearly soggy house-made tiramisu ended the meal on a down note. The black and red inte-rior of this neighborhood spot has great charm in colder weather; in summer, the draw is the patio outside. Bar.