*it’s not proofread and I don’t give a shit, I have a job in the morning
Jesus Christ. I feel like a slob. No, not the kind that’s been eating nothing but pizza and cheesesteaks over the 3 day weekend and started the...
*it’s not proofread and I don’t give a shit, I have a job in the morning
Jesus Christ. I feel like a slob. No, not the kind that’s been eating nothing but pizza and cheesesteaks over the 3 day weekend and started the week off right with a chicken biscuit from McDonalds. No. Look at this blog. What have we become, MySpace? That last post, the New Worst Pizza in Richmond, I can’t even remember what I ate that day. I remember hating it though. That’s all that matters in this, ahem, industry.
Well I’m not going to bore you with all the pizza I’ve eaten.. ahhhhh fuck it yes I am. Here’s a quick recap of Richmond ‘za. Tarrant’s continues to kill it. Whole pies, slices to go, it’s all pretty much better than everything else out there when it comes to large, floppy New York slices. I recommend the Bacon Delight. Belmont fucking sucks. Their pizza isn’t worth a damn unless you cover it in bacon and their employees would get circles run around them by the 3 mexicans that run Mary Angela’s, which by the way is the only place near the museum district you can walk and get a valuable slice at. Sorry punks. Learn how to answer a fucking phone. Work downtown? Go to JoJo’s. It’s still pretty solid and fast. Nothing really extraordinary. Piccola’s and Mary Angela’s both benefit from the extra-crispy reheat. Let it cool down, throw it back in the oven and that crust will finally support itself like a proper NY slice should.
10 bucks gets you a pizza with mama celeste sausage and a few teaspoonfuls of mozz at portrait house
Portrait House? If you’re trying to confuse yourself over the differences between coal and wood fired pizza in this building, don’t. Until they stop hiring the new local flavor of the week crust punk band to work the oven, you might as well go wait in line at Mellow Mushroom.
Okay. It’s been a long weekend. I’ll start off by talking about the Cheesesteak I had in south Philly. Actually, fuck that. I saw the Rocky statue! Keeping my ugly face out of it, I got a shot of my Kazane and the Italian Stallion.
In order to pregame my innards for the pizza onslaught that evening I read up on some Cheesesteak lore in Philly. I had done the usual Geno’s/Pat’s crap that you’re supposed to do while in Philly and quite frankly, fuck that. I don’t consider myself to be handy with the grill but I’ve whipped up cheesesteaks that frankly take big dumps on Pats and Geno’s steaks. My spidey sense led me to Cosmi’s Deli in South Philly. The resulting hoagie looked like this.
And tasted a lot like the cheesesteaks you get at most places. Fucking delicious and shitty. I can’t tell the difference, hence why this isn’t called “Cheesesteak up yer ass!”
Amidst all the discussions about Richmond being seen as more of a cycling community leading up to the World Championships of Cycling, I wanted to talk about cycling in Philly. Philadelphia is a much larger, much heavier trafficked city than Richmond, no duh. They’ve got more money, more people, more streets, more work, more everything. It’s unfair to compare them, and I won’t compare them. I’ll just tell you how nice it is to get around Philly by bike considering it’s relative heft. Most of the time, in any direction we chose, we found bike lanes. That’s great. I love bike lanes. They serve a utilitarian purpose. Even the larger, 3 lane, 45mph highway type roads had dedicated bike lanes.
So now we’re on our way to Pizza Brain, A pizza “museum” of sorts in North Philly. I use the word museum loosely as that probably gives you the idea that this place has a gallery of rooms and displays for pizza art, collectibles and such. It’s a pizza place. With a lot of awesome shit like a library of pizza related mo
