I have so many fond memories of Colonial Williamsburg. This dates back to my first ever trip when I was in the the 5th grade. I’m sure many folks can relate and remember a similar excursion.
Times have changed. I’m a young adult who enjoys many of the simple things in life. And when you’re a kid a lot of those pleasures remain when you mature. I didn’t necessarily say that I matured. But I believe you see what I’m saying.
When I go with my friends or myself now, the entertainment is familiar but so much has changed.
The downtown area which faces the beautiful William & Mary campus is exactly how I remembered it, with a few additions. Obviously I wasn’t eating and drinking at fine restaurants when I was a kid, but I recall the landscape. I recall the energy. I remember how I felt. It felt warm and it felt genuine. It’s the sincerity and positivity that draws me back.
The colonial shoppes are still there and that’s the main draw. It’s the simplicity that draws me back versus the commotion of a large city.
So what does this have to with pizza?
The last time I was here was May of 2015 and the reasons are so cosmic that it may be best unspoken. But nevertheless, I was here and I’m all for writing about a pies that aren’t local to me in the Maryland area.
The downside on this weekday night is most things closed by 10 pm and the pizza discovery led me a few miles and a few minutes up the road.
In what feels like a whole different universe, the straightforwardly named Williamsburg Shopping Center, had just what I was looking for.
My photos make it seem like it’s in a secluded and mysterious area. It was relatively quiet that I could pretend it was giving me the creeps. I was just happy to get a pie. No need for dramatics.
Carry-out was the only option as the kitchen was about to close. I would have been satisfied dining in and the authenticity and vibration of the interior was so welcoming. That’ll have to happen another time.
I ordered the Campagnole Pizza which hit the spot and perfect for the long drive back. The chicken was fresh as was the broccoli and spinach. And that crust was heated perfectly. Look at that color and texture! I didn’t taste much garlic as I had hoped but that’s a minor quibble.
For a late order this was very good. In being objective, I imagine this pizza would taste even more amazing under a relaxed setting with a nice seated table, good company, and a refreshing beverage.
For now it’s a memory created that I’ll grin about for a while.
And I can’t wait to be back in this beautiful Williamsburg.