Michael L.
Yelp
Hearing the words "Fort Collins pizza" has always been a pain-point for me. When I moved to Fort Collins years ago, the lack of a good pizza was nothing short of heartbreaking. As of yesterday, I thought I had tried every pizza joint in the area, but I had not.
Enter Postcard Pizza.
Hidden away in Equinox brewing just next to Old Town square, I was recommended Postcard Pizza by a friend who described their experience as "life-changing". I have no better words to describe it.
From the pizza dough, to the sauce, to the crusted cheese corners and sides, the toppings, the texture, the mouthfeel...This was a DAMN good pizza. If this pizza was a 10 (and it was), the distance from 9 to 10 is so vast that it has never, and will never be traveled.
I shared it with a friend (her first time here as well) who has lived in Fort Collins her whole life. We both ate in complete silence, entranced at the symphony being played on our tastebuds. Square after square, bite after bite, until I broke the silence. With tears in my eyes, I asked her, "Are we in heaven? Is this the end?"
Memories of a childhood I don't even know belonged to me came rushing back. Suddenly I was 8 years old, dancing around my parents living room with Alan Jackson's "Should've Been a Cowboy" playing on the stereo. I felt sunlight dance on my skin for the first time. Is life itself folding in on this pizza?
Atoms splitting, light being projected into and out of my eyes, energy radiating from one heart to the next. Scales of prejudice fell from me. The walls I've inadvertently put up to protect myself from hurt, the same walls which have shielded me from comfort, came crashing down around me. I felt; I saw God, and He was a pepperoni.
All the wars, religious debates, famines, deaths...all the love, children being born, cats sleeping in windows, the brisk air on a November morning...This whole thing called life. It all made sense. I made sense of it all. I found the meaning of life hidden between the sauce and the cheese of this pizza.
Pizza guy in the red shirt, I never got your name, but you have single handedly changed the trajectory of my life. Fort Collins pizza has been solved.
TL;DR: good pizza, will be back. May cause an existential crisis.