For friends and family who have lived in Montgomery County dating back to the late 1970’s, you know about Potomac Pizza.
I recall growing up as a kid that my friends always gathered at the original location in Potomac, and honestly I don’t remember if I ever joined them. In my own creation, maybe I thought the place was invite only or an exclusive club. How foolish of me. It’s just a pizzeria. And I don’t mean a pizzeria, but it’s exactly that. Every patron is a pal and I’m sure they appreciate all business, if it’s good and courteous business.
What I also think happened that this was not meant to be my go to place until much later. Location is everything and so is the company. And it wasn’t until a newer location (not sure if it’s still the newest location in Rockville opened, that this was meant to be my place. And more importantly this became my dad and I’s place. So it’s our place, but I always think of it as his place. It’s one of his places for a pizza pie, a sandwich, a salad, and everything that is quick and convenient. Sometimes that’s all you want, more so than a need.
My most recent visit was yesterday. And while I had hoped it would be with certain company, I feel like going to certain places my dad likes is a way of honoring and celebrating him, for all he’s done for me, all he’s done for his family, and all he’s done for everyone, universe included. So in a way I was dining in with him (we usually eat at his place of business in a beautiful and comfortable setting) in a spiritual and metaphysical sense.
Potomac Pizza is more about the pies, but I couldn’t eat one on my own. Luckily, they do slices for folks on the go, in a rush, or in solitude. I’ve always thought not seeing pizza trays takes away from the slice ordering experience Maybe it’s a visual thing because seeing all those slices is one of those happy place situations. Even though I would always prefer seeing trays, there is an intrigue and mystery in seeing how the slices turn out when being made behind the counter and behind the scenes.
I’m happy to say that these slices are exactly on the level of how their full sized pies are.
Their pizzas have always been extra cheesy (without ordering the extra cheese), and the sauce has a distinct taste about it. It’s sweeter than what you might be used to. But it’s how I’ve always remembered it. And their toppings are all over the place, just like any good pizzeria should be.
And when it comes to all over the place, that’s how my dad is with his pizza. He’ll get toppings for the heck of it, or may not even realize what’s on it. I like to think he’s an adventurous guy. That or sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop. It’s charming either way.
So in that regard, I went with the plain cheese and then one that he would appreciate, Feta, Spinach, and tomatoes. It’s part of our culture, our heritage, our family, and just a tradition to have lots of fun veggies, with bread, and feta cheese. Both these slices were fun. You can’t compare this (or any pizza) to just anywhere. It’s not the fanciest, it’s not the most artsy, and they don’t need to be. It’s charming pizza that makes me feel good and is a part of many enjoyable memories with me and my dad.
And you can never have enough good memories, good experiences, and of course good pizza.
I hope my next experience at Potomac Pizza will be one shared with my dad, and another great one I can share with you.
Thank you so much and have a blessed holiday weekend.