I don’t go to Washington, DC enough. It has rapidly changed and I barely recognize certain neighborhoods. The transformation in the last 15 years is something that a lot of major cities seem to be going through, but I never expected it be like this.
I used to go to Eastern Market with my family a lot when I was a kid. The surrounding area may not have been the safest but that didn’t seem to bother anyone.
Now nothing could be further from the truth. The area is flourishing with overpriced homes, nice shoppes, restaurants, businesses, and a plenty of places to sight see.
I had forgotten what the inside looked like and I was hoping, to no avail, to find a pizzeria inside to write about.
What’s fun is no matter where you are and there’s nearby places to eat, you will find pizza. I found pizza.
Literally steps away is Seventh Hill.
Nothing stood out about the place. There were pizza peels adorning the walls and a small dining area and bar inside. The outdoor area may actually seat more. And on this late December day, it was still warm enough that the furniture was still out.
The menu is very creative which lists various neighborhoods, landmarks, and famous streets of our Nation’s Capital.
I avoided the obvious and didn’t get the Eastern Market. I went with the top of the choices and ordered the Pennsylvania Avenue.
I regret that decision now.
It’s not that the pizza was horrific. It just felt bland. The wood-fired crust was fine. I just didn’t sense any inspiration behind it, even with one of my favorites, pesto.
However, the pecorino cheese was a nice complement to the mozzarella but I just wanted a little something more. The olives and spinach tasted fresh. And I didn’t mind if pieces of either fell off and I could enjoy them individually. It just didn’t blow me away.
It’s a safe pie that wouldn’t offend anyone and most would like. I can imagine a lot of their other pies would have more to offer. Maybe I’m irritated I went with a safer route. At least the pie named after it’s location has goat cheese. And that would be different. Like I’ve reiterated before, all this means is that I will give it another go.
In the meantime, I posted some pictures of the market and the architecture outside. This brings back a few memories but at the same time I don’t remember this place. It’s a bit numbing in a way. I feel so detached.
And that’s what many parts of the D.C. area have become. It’s just so divergent and conflicting in so many ways. But I will be doing more DC area, and within the city proper itself.
More to come.
All The Best,