Glenn V.
Yelp
So this seems like a territorial battle that was being waged in the back of my head for years. Eventually, it had to be waged at the table at some point in the near of time. (I know I haven't written in a while, sorry to let down Yelp family).
So overly exposed and indoctrinated into NYC flat pies, eight triangles bend it in half after an air assault of garlic powder, chili flakes, oregano, grated Parmesan - if they have it (PRO TIP: check the soda refrigerator, its bottom left if its there at all. Do not arouse attention from the hoypaloy, its our little secret, our inner shake the jar topping track). I'm thrilled for a new pizza option, new to us but a tradition to them.
Now the stage is set, who'll be the first to blink? For tbattle has begun and my belly is ready to deep dive into what's going into the ovens here at Radici.
Its like two different continents and as a one half Italian American. Side note. Home of Vespa - I got one for sale (1986 Vespa Piaggio)(Made in my ancestors Genoa) so we don't just build ships folks. Sometimes I get a little removed from my Italian heritage and then something draws me back in with a noticeable thrust.
Here is the thrust as it were. There's an admitted partner in crime that insists on taking his lunch at Radici three times a week, he's got it like that and the midday Merlot might make the occasional appearance. But how better to pay honor to classic Italian food and the pizzas that I adore than a DOC or DOCG of a beautiful ITALIAN red table wine. If I see you detaining Pepsi, we're not talking it texting for one full year.
Four pies in on eating though the menu start till finish, till completion we have about six to go last I can recall.
The Angel and Devil first to report on and it was fun in a devilish tongue tasting way. Please see the menu for specific ingredients). It's a sweet sunflower honey and spicy soprasatta getting it on in the main event, center of the ring.
The secundi (small notable Italian language noun drop) was the second shift owners favorite, his name is Manuel and he's a classy Italian gentlemanly entrepreneur. It's got potatoes and ham and the crust seemed fluffiest like a cumulous cloud to give the necessary weight displacements.
Thirs was the quattro firmaggio, y'all know the translation here. Gotta let it sit a few minutes, because if you just tear into it (notice picture with end torn slice as I'm yelling "DON'T TOUCH IT" He did and tore off cheese like removing your pool cover in spring. I swear I wanted to strangle him in that moment. But the aroma get me hypnotized as I could see the cheeses come together like the Salmon of Capistrano.
Dude Note, Again: Wouldn't it be cool if YELP did a Classifieds section for us entrenched and dedicated reviewers. I am certainly not advocating a meet up, dudes and chicks -that's just silly but it would be cool to integrate a secularly a bit more in times of WTF is going on in America and the World and o pool our communities both foreign and domestic into a cornacopia of peace and love and tsmall scale transactions.
There is no Italian versus American, NYC Style checkout and check down , neither is on a level playing field of equal parts so each is to be received differently. However, as I write this quick review I can feel the pull of why I brought about this back and forth of the two categories,, classifications, family genus, species and that is because. -- pregnant pause -- the price is about twenty dollars for an eight rectangular slice with toppings of the utmost class of quality, four bucks more and your rocking the house with he primo toppings.
I know I am sometimes a bit neurotic - I hear that all the time, but I find the price jumaring checkers, chess calculations of different meats and wonky vegetable toppings disturbing. Wouldn't it be nice to get the best ingredient's (IE: Italian) in whatever your combination and you can make a special order - do not quote me on that but I am of the upmost confidence that it'll happen.