Well it’s pizza night and Merilynn wants something different than the usual Pepperoni or Hawaiian that I love.
Honestly when it comes to pizza we are not a good match. She doesn’t like pepperoni, I won’t eat mushrooms. Two of the most commonly found pizza toppings there are.
So it was with some despair I hopped online to look at delivery options, knowing I was unlikely to find anything that w.e both would like.
Consider some of these options that I found.
I saw one with a white sauce, Italian sausage and broccoli. You read that right. Broccoli. Vile weed. Quick, pass me the honey mustard.
Another shop offers a white sauce pizza with brisket, pickles and mustard seeds. Do I look pregnant or something?
And the worst yet, a pizza with whipped potatoes, prosciutto and black pepper. Whipped potatoes on a pizza? Seriously, I’m being Punk’d right? Is that Ashton Kutcher sitting at the other end of the bar…
I finally tossed the phone down, threw my hands in the air and suggested we just walk across the street to Piva. We have had a decent pizza there before. (Just don’t get the duck and fig one.) Merilynn will be making the decision, no fungus being my only stipulation.
She ended up going with the Modern Italian.
Roastd game hen, onions, garlic, capicollo, pesto sauce and topped with freshly grated parm.
I will start with the good. The crust was fantastic. Great undercarriage and a chew that would make any Napoletani proud. All the components ingredients were actually very good. My favorite ham, though could have been spicier. Nicely cooked poultry, whole garlic cloves with a mild, beautiful flavour. The onion basil pesto was delicious. Parm is Parm right? My favorite cheese.
So with a plethora of fantastic ingredients thus pizza should be a home run right? (I’m struggling to think of an appropriate Italian analogy. An easy slot in from the penalty spot maybe?).
Somehow though all those great ingredients didn’t coalesce into a fantastic pie.
The crust was the best part of the pizza. I even found myself picking up Merilynn’s uneaten crusts, that’s how much I loved that pizza dough.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t bad. Underwhelming is the word.
But it was different. And it didn’t have potatoes.
I’m already looking forward to my Hawaiian next pizza night.
One bite, everyone knows the rules…
6.5