On Christopher Columbus Boulevard (or Delaware Avenue depending on who you talk to), within the vicinity of Penn’s Landing is a not-so-vibrant strip mall with a pizza place I stop into when I need something immediate and I gotta go lighting fast.
There is no upscale dining or pretension. I wasn’t looking for it. Nor do I really ever. And whenever I’m driving back from Philadelphia to Baltimore, I more times than not find myself passing by that I almost can’t no go inside. I mean I can but this is more for dramatic purposes.
The slices themselves have never been the greatest nor should you expect them to be. They’re comfort food after a late night out or like most folks, you just need something in your belly. We don’t always have the time or the residuals for a dining experience.
I may be wrong but I swore they used to be open after the bars closed. When I was in there late last Summer on an early Friday afternoon/evening, the cut-off time was midnight.
I’ve done the slow build long enough. How was the pizza this time? This was exactly like I was saying.
I ordered a cheese and a buffalo chicken. In previous incarnations I suspect the pies were sitting out a lot longer than they have any reason to be. I sensed more of the same here.
The slices were both chewy, soggy, and felt more like monkey bread than a regular ole’ slice. And I’m not complaining. This is exactly how their pizza is.
For the first time I actually sat down to enjoy my foods. And trust me, I enjoyed it. I also did some people watching. Most folks seemed to be in a good mood. I mean how could you not be? It’s pizza, it’s greasy comfort food, and likely company you enjoy. That’s what it’s always about.
Additionally, I noticed a few Indian folks working behind the counter and as patrons. I did some crack research and found out there is a hidden Indian menu that you can order separately. I feel foolish for being ignorant of this fact. My goodness. I want to indulge in some right now.
By the way, is there a Little Siciliy I? If there is I somehow think the mystique and allure of this place would crumble. Does that make sense? I know Little Siciliy and facsimiles are all over the place but I just want to believe there’s this II and Part 1 is some magical place far away.
My love and sentimentality with Philadelphia is an inexplicable thing. Maybe I do know but I can’t expound on it just yet. But it’s always brought the strong energy to me. There’s something else though. It might be too good for words.
I promise you the big guns of one of the most awesome cities are coming. There are a lot of a good pizza jawns in town and I’m looking forward to sharing them with you guys.