At times I’ve been told I’ve been guilty of being too idealistic. I’m romanticize potential situations in my life and you know what, sometimes it goes exactly as predicted. You have a visualization but don’t get overly attached to it, and voila, just as advertised in my mind.
Things don’t always work out that way. But we should aim for the best scenarios, best people, the best (fill-in-the-black), and when it comes to this, the best pizza. Where on earth am I going with this? Some of us just want a piece of pizza and be done with it.
Some kind folks had mentioned Little Carmine’s of Severna Park to me. They said I gotta try it. They said I’m going to love it. Some even said it’s the closest to New York Style they’ve had. And these are coming from folks from the center of the universe, you know the city that doesn’t sleep and all that charming stuff.
When I hear that I start to get visions and inspirations. But truth be told, I was the one asking. I had small town sentiments before I even showed up. I assumed the pizzeria would be folksy, welcoming, and full of charming neighbors from up the street.
How much of that was true? Well that’s all up to the person. For me, I had hoped to be blown away by this place. I wanted at least part of everything I hoped for to be made reality. Why am I being so dramatic? Because despite my overly positive, yet sometimes cynical ways, I still intend to see the good in everything, even before it’s presented to me. And if not, I may express disappointment that wasn’t warranted.
I was not disappointed by the pizza nor was it the best pizza I’ve ever had. Like the guys from New York, best is a subjective and loaded term. What’s the best for you and what’s best for me are usually separate universes. And why would we want in any other way?
I built this place up to be something spectacular. And you know, I’ll keep doing it. The aura around this part of town is very neighborly. There’s a few housing developments within walking distance and the storefront has a truly authentic pizzeria vibe. Things were looking up.
There’s the standard New York images and photos on the wall (which I sensed and heard from those aforementioned folks) in the restaurant. And the music was all Frank Sinatra, all the time. I find it predictable, yet charming. I’ve been to so many different restaurants (not just pizza) that will only play Frank Sinatra. It’s relatable, safe, and endearing to many. It’s added to some experiences and at other times it’s made no sense that I had to chuckle. I envision many people have been in that spot too.
Finally, let me talk about the pizza. This is a review of two different visits. It’s a total of five slices, and some I did save for later. Is there such a thing as too much pizza? Never!
By the way, the restaurant was much smaller than a how it looks on the outside. It seems that more than half the space was for the kitchen. That’s not a complaint, just an observation.
The smaller space means a smaller display. That means an easier decision to make. Let’s go to round 1…
My first visit was for carry-out. I went with cheese, white, and buffalo chicken. I won’t review every slice, one-by-one but instead will talk about what stood out.
The buffalo chicken was the true stand-out. The chicken was fresh, the celery tasted like real celery, and that one-two punch of buffalo sauce and blue cheese was absolutely brilliant. And it was heated to perfection. That can be said for all the slices.
The white and the cheese were good but not amazing. And they call can’t be amazing. Again, it’s all perception. The basil was great on the white but neither slice is resonating with me, even as I write this.
Day 2 was an order-in. There was more Sinatra. There were more friendly faces like the first visit. I went with the mushroom, and then the meat lovers. I’ve had a bias towards mushroom so my expectations were higher. This was only ok. Once again, the dough was great but not much else stood out. With the meat lovers, it’s just not my thing. This is more of a reflection on me than on the pizza itself. The ground beef was great but it’s a bit too much for me.
There was a major highlight though. Overheard on the loudspeakers was this Sinatra gem. How fitting with the events that would follow that evening. Yes this visit was the same day this happened. Maybe someone was a clairvoyant. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe it was a special moment I hadn’t planned for. That’s the point to all this. Something as enjoyable as the pizza experience should happen organically and not always with plans or expectations.
But this is only the beginning. My hunch tells me that their pizza in full pie form may be the iconic za I’m expecting and I’ve been told they’re capable of. This is a place where I’d want to be surrounded with good company and enjoy life. I’ve exhausted the going at it alone part with this place. Yes the staff was all friendly and hanging out. But this needs another go with a friend or two.
This is a place for friends. I’ve seen many of the staff enjoy themselves in the back (assuming they’re on break) acting like regular fellow in a New York Style restaurant.
There’s a lot of good going on here.
More good to come.