Stephen V.
Yelp
Today marks the second visit to the original Pizza Brutta location.
20 miles out of my path to grab up what I hoped would be better than last years plague era version.
Last summer I donned a safety mask and ventured cross town into the barren uninhabited Monroe St address of PB, seeking respite from the darkness threatening one and all.
My pizza that night wasn't what I'd hoped.
But it was still better than everything else offered. That's why I didn't write of ecstatic bliss about the stack of pies and salads I ventured out for.
Today, alas is a new dawn. The eatery was alive with clientele, seemingly every seat held snuggly to the floorboards with happy regulars and perhaps a newbie or two.
My order was merely my usual, an arugula and prosciutto olive oil styled pie.
Drove home. Took me 45 minutes. I fully anticipated it to be somewhat a let down. Setting in its cardboard box wasn't doing it a bit of good.
But upon sitting down to my treat, queuing up the final season of Justified on the box, I found myself elated, overjoyed, completely enjoying each and every bite.
Crust had been perfectly fired (which as I recall, was primary failure killing my earlier mentioned pie) crust, still holding a reasonable crisp. The ham, caramelized as well as I'd ever had, the arugula was firm and peppery.
So good, I'm including the photo of the shadow where it still offers a residual scent.