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whenever I go to a new pizza place, if margherita is on the menu, I order it as a way to measure the quality of the food. if they can make something that simple delicious, I get a good insight into what comes out of their kitchen, and even if it's sub par, it's nothing a little balsamic vinegar can't fix (yes, even the cheap stuff).
looking through the window I was torn: Marge was on the menu, but so was.. what is this? elote pizza?? oh, I couldn't decide, but the lab nextdoor said it'll be a half hour and I'm starving, so I decided I wasn't leaving without lunch. maybe the people working here can make a recommendation?
after I explained my plight, the woman gave a friendly, inviting smile, advising that a fresh margherita had just come out of the oven, and I could buy a slice while I waited for my personal Mexican street corn pizza. definitely one of those moments where, looking back, I felt so lucky I should have picked up a lottery ticket on the way home.
the margherita, I am sorry to report, fell short of my expectations. I wish I could say what it was, but it just didn't work for me there on the curb. maybe at home some balsamic would fix it, but it was only a slice, and the reason I went into the shop was baking in an oven nearby, anyway.
I'm really glad those stars aligned, because had a fresh slice of margherita not been available, that's the impression I would have left from Zalat's. needs improvement, but not bad; probably won't make a point to return.
but the elote pizza?
I could write sonnets of my adoration for this pizza. long love letters, etchings of the innermost chambers of my heart. simply put, it is the best pizza currently available in the north texas area (RIP Dicky's Late Night Puzza on Eastwood in Arlington, gone 20 years but never forgotten). it's so much better than I was expecting, and having this right next to where my doctor is sending me every month means I have a new favorite treat to look forward to while I wait my turn at the lab! the young woman at the front desk was so kind, and so genuine, and just.. genuinely kind, I want to think she made it special just for me, but I know every box that slides over that counter is holding something delicious inside.
she did, however, take 60 seconds out of her day to draw something on the inner lid that made me smile when I finally got home. this doctor sending me to this lab just broke some rough news, and if I'm honest, the bit of human connection she gave me in this medical whirlwind I'm in, it was just.. one of those unexpected moments in life that turn out to be more fulfilling than you expected. it was just a pizza, but between the service and the product, it made me feel as if some small part of the world was put right for a few hours.
thank you, Zalat's, for being just as passionate about making good pizza as I am about eating it!