My band mates and I had a bit of time to kill between sound check and a gig last night. We were starving and in the West Village so we had a ton of choices of where to grab a quick meal. Our pianist knew of this place, and described their pizza as ‘better than pizza I’ve had in Italy’. QUITE the bold statement…and absolutely worth checking out. Now I’ve never actually been to Italy, and don’t know much about the pizza there except for the wonderful description from Eat, Pray, Love that describes a particular pizza as something that the main character did not *enjoy*, but actually was having a relationship with…and I felt that anything that could even come close to that was worth trying.
We were seated right away, and ordered 2 Insalata di rucolas (Arugula, tomatoes, parmesan cheese) to share among the 4 of us, as well as one HUGE, 29″ (long and narrow) Margherita Reginella (tomato, bufala mozzarella, basil) pizza.
I have to say, WOW. Just a big WOW. I SO wished I wasn’t about to go sing for an hour in front of a bunch of people so that I could have totally pigged out on this deliciousness, but alas, I really did not want to have to squeeze into the dress of the evening…I had just one small piece of amazing pizza and some salad, and pretty much continued fantasizing about it for the rest of the night.
I will most definitely be back…next time with stretchy pants.