When you think of Albany, NY, the first thing that comes to your mind is pizza. I know. Same goes for me.
All jokes aside, the slices and pies from other parts of the state you might have heard of are coming. But I was in Albany this past week and since I’m here so infrequently, a pizza recap is necessary.
I was with a buddy walking around down looking for a bite to eat. There’s quite a few cozy bars and restaurants nearby, and for no discerning reason we walked into The Pearl Street Pub & Dirty Martini Lounge. The second part of that, the martini lounge, I had no idea about until looking at it today. Haha. No martinis on this day.
I was yearning for pizza somewhere over this random road trip and stay, and didn’t expect it here. But oh how the universe looks out. I looked at the menu and like a little kid shouted, “they have pizza!”. Well not quite that corny but some facsimile. I did a fist bump and did a little dance around the crowded bar. No that didn’t happen either.
The online menu differs from the restaurant one. I see options for pies that weren’t presented to me in-house.
Our server informed me because they were redoing the menu, but that I could still do build-your-own pie. That’s exactly what I did. I was excited.
After careful deliberation (10 seconds), I ordered a pepperoni, mushrooms, onions, and peppers. In essence this was a supreme. I was forewarned that this was a massive pie that could feed 2-3 people. She wasn’t kidding.
It was a lot more dough than I could handle. The photos do not like. It was soft, squishy, heavy, yet decent. It’s not a pie that’s going to win any awards. I don’t think that matters to them.
I was starving so at the time anything is likely going to taste incredible. The toppings were great. The pepperoni and veggies tasted fresh and authentic.
The cheese may have been lost by a bit more tomato sauce than I was hoping for. I barely ate a third of it at the restaurant. Solely because it was so gargantuan. The leftovers tasted just fine over the next couple of days.
Pearl was busy was for happy-hour and the folk visiting all seem to be in good spirits. We were as well. It helped with the experience as it always does.
For just my second visit to Albany, I’ve found myself becoming sentimental and partial to it. We all have our reasons why we love coming to a new town or old one. I’ll be back again.