Over the course of these Summertime posts I’ve mentioned how I wanted to focus on lighter fare, as long as the focus remains on pizza.
Lets face it, the majority of us love pizza. Nutrition value is out the window. We want our comfort food any time of year. It’s something that bonds us together. There’s a multitude of ways a pie can be made. That’s one of the many things that makes this thing so fun. It doesn’t discriminate even if our tastes may. And that’s another joy. We all don’t love the same flavors. If we did, that would be boring.
Thicker dough is not my friend. I’m not sure whose friend it would be. Bread is a tough one and while the weather is hot and bright, it’s easy for me to get bloated and full without hardly eating a thing. The yummy pizza crust becomes a challenge in these months. This isn’t a complaint. I’d take this weather all year round.
But is it really that much of a surprise? Just because a place isn’t known for their pizza, or in this case flatbreads, doesn’t mean it can’t be discussed. It just gives expanded options and I will be taking full advantage of such.
As we were enjoying our wine (for more on this bottle click here), a small plate was necessary. I almost decided on a salad or random finger food, but the answer was right in front of me. We went with the Margherita and what a superb choice. If I went in another tangent or direction, this post doesn’t happen. There’s a little dramatics for you.
I had no idea the shape would be just as immaculate as a regular pie. But what is a regular pie? It can be anything you want it to be. Nevertheless, this crust was superb. It was thin enough to enjoy in the heat. And that pesto was dazzling. It can make any pie a winner and this would win some titles if they were handing out belts, or trophies. Hopefully this praise is on par with those rewards.
Besides the pesto and crust, the mozzarella and tomato sauce make this simple recipe on the level of some of the better za’s I’ve had recently. This flatbread never had a chance. If I was feeling unreasonable I’d have ordered another (and maybe another). It was that stellar.
The energy and the vibe certainly helped. Outdoor seating didn’t hurt either.
I’ve made friends in the neighborhood, some who just moved in and some were here temporarily, they have praised Bistro’s food above most, if not all, of Baltimore. I can understand why. It’s top flight and I want more. I’m pining for another meal from there as I near the end of this post. They’re closed now as of this writing. Maybe some other time.
Yes I know this experience didn’t take a place on a Friday but it makes for a great, albeit cheesy title. I’m fun and funny.
Until next time,