More pizza
This is a continuation of the pizza entry, without another photograph to bolster its appeal. Just straight words. I was at a steak night tonight, maybe my first - must have been because for the silent auction draw I excitedly put all of my tickets (including the ones that would have let me know whether or not I won) into each numbered paper bag. Anyway. It took place at the Odeon, which actually holds a lot of history for me. One piece of this history includes pizza. The first year I met Kalon we held jobs downtown, and for a while we each had hour lunch breaks. We met at the Odeon for pizza enough times to consider it regular, because we always ordered the Italian sausage and mushroom pizza - the sausage was of the small pellet variety.
I guess I should cut to the mustard.
The pizza at Il Secondo was, at the time, without too much context - but maybe I'll look back and ascribe it some. It was, maybe, a self-consciously "real" pizza. It tasted great - the sauce was simple and bright - the crust was chewy, airy and hearty at the same time. I definitely liked it a lot. Maybe it needed a big brash glass of red wine, a "palate cleansing" salad, and some night-defining context. But maybe to bring pizza full circle - it is the best food. Alright, if you're European or North American and everything. But it's that life food - and there's no one way to make it *right*. You can go on a foodie quest to make the right pizza, with the perfectly textured crust, sauce without this and that, some ingredient from far away or so close, but then you'll make a pizza with your family that tastes so right that night, and then it *is* pizza. That is the real pizza!
I guess I should cut to the mustard.
The pizza at Il Secondo was, at the time, without too much context - but maybe I'll look back and ascribe it some. It was, maybe, a self-consciously "real" pizza. It tasted great - the sauce was simple and bright - the crust was chewy, airy and hearty at the same time. I definitely liked it a lot. Maybe it needed a big brash glass of red wine, a "palate cleansing" salad, and some night-defining context. But maybe to bring pizza full circle - it is the best food. Alright, if you're European or North American and everything. But it's that life food - and there's no one way to make it *right*. You can go on a foodie quest to make the right pizza, with the perfectly textured crust, sauce without this and that, some ingredient from far away or so close, but then you'll make a pizza with your family that tastes so right that night, and then it *is* pizza. That is the real pizza!
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