All this talk of pizza made me powerfully hungry. Ive never had a chance to try A16, Pizzaiolo, or Pizzetta 211. Just as I was formulating a strategy for getting into A16 and trying to figure out if I even wanted to try Pizzaiolo, I realized I have little patience for maneuvering or bad service and suddenly remembered Pizzetta 211. Nobody has mentioned it lately so I took the path of least resistance and went this past Sunday afternoon around 5:15, which turned out to be the perfect time. I love this place. I like that its sort of self-consciously low-key and I like that you can almost convince yourself youre dining in Europe, but most of all I like the prime ingredients they use and the care they take with the pizzas.
2 glasses of rose (dont remember what kind. Something French)
Mixed Green saladsimple and refreshing. I could taste the individual greens almost like theyd been grown in someones backyard or been foraged from a forgotten corner of the city.
2 glasses of Dolcetto
Shared two pizzas:
The farmhouse egg pizza with cherry tomatoes and fresh asiago
The pizza with pancetta, gorgonzola and baby red chard
Both were fantastic. This is my kind of crust. Crisp yet pliable with a nice kiss of the devil. We were in pizza heavenexcept when the molten gorgonzola dripped onto my hand and burned me, but it was a price worth paying. I loved how the yolks of the eggs mixed with the cheese to create a rich sauce, with the cherry tomatoes providing a foil. This will become one of those persistent and impossible to ignore cravings.
One Blue bottle Espresso and a peach and blackberry crisp. The crisp topping seemed to be mostly almonds and sugar and little or no flour. Would have liked a different topping, but the fruit was perfect as was the whipped cream on top.
Entire bill 58.00 and well worth it. I thought it seemed cheap in relation to the enjoyment we received from the meal though I guess thats some pretty expensive pizza, but who cares?
By the time we left, the place was full with folks waiting. The couple at the next table had two pizza margaritas. They looked quite burned. I know this is the style, but I think I would have been terribly disappointed and would have had to send them back. They went much too far for my taste. Next up: I think Ill have to brave the scene at Delfina.