I promised after last week, that I would venture across the street. And I did just that.
Goody’s Pizza in the Clarendon neighborhood of Arlington has a strange, eerie, and yet familiar feeling about it. And when I say eerie, I only mean it in a good way. There’s just something going on here that reminds me of another place, another time, and maybe a past life.
This past life could be in this life, but it feels so homey, so approachable, and so inviting that it reminds me of places I used to go to in my childhood and I swear something beyond my existence on this planet. I may be going on a limb but it felt like another dimension.
And once again, I say this all with love and the most sincerest of feelings.
And for all the times I’ve hung out in the neighborhood, I never ate here. I’ve walked by how many number of times after a night or day out, and never set walked in. Why? I don’t know. A place that looks so cozy from the outside is exactly what I want in my life. I want more establishments, not just pizzerias, this genuine in my life. They still exist.
I’m glad in this instance I didn’t have to look so hard. Like I’ve said before, my first time was meant to be this time. If not just for this blog, but for something I want to explain, but I can’t. Maybe it will make sense later.
What does make sense is how tremendous these slices are. I’m serious. I’ve had New York Style in that said city, and even though we’re in Virginia, this is close to that. I almost think they used the water from New York to make these pies. It’s that great. No these are not the best slices I’ve ever had nor did I expect them to be. But just something hit me in a special place.
The interior is so quaint that I just wanted to sit there and appreciate the moment. I did for a little bit. And I did the same outside.
My decision on what to order was made simple. The slices on display were cheese and pepperoni. I got one of each and was more than excited to try them.
The amount of cheese on each may look like a lot to some, but it was just perfect. It was chewy, gooey, and everything else that makes a cheese slice magnificent and breathtaking. Yes I said breathtaking. The pepperoni’s made me feel like a kid again. Whether they were the freshest or most hearty pepperoni’s I don’t care. Both slices made me so happy.
But what made these pizzas so endearing was the dough. It’s the epitome of comfort food. And I got comfortable, full, and full of happiness. That word artisanal gets thrown around too much to where it means nothing. This to me is what you would call that overblown word I said two sentences ago. If you had to call it something then you could also call it awesome. The dough was soft in spots, crunch in others, and it made me so happy.
This is my kind of style of pizza. And sometimes it doesn’t need a city or a label to describe that style. It’s just marvelous eating day or night.
I say day or night because they’re open for the late night crowd on the weekends as well. But I would put this pizza up against any of the greats in the area for a great daytime slice or pie. I mean that.
It was so affordable too. And for this area, affordable is always welcome. I think I barely spent $6 on both.
Most important of all, the owners behind the counter could not have been nicer. It wasn’t just what they said but it was how they carried themselves and how they said things. They just seemed so sincere, so genuine, and so happy to be running a great business that looks like is doing well and is a bright spot in a sea of chain restaurants and bars that all start to look the same after a while.
Local business is what it’s always about and I’m honored to have supported this one.
Everything about this was beautiful. I can’t wait to see where the pizza journey takes me next.
Thank you so much.