Monday, January 17, 2011
Pizza @ 72 North
I once shared a pizza with my friend Dave on Christmas Eve (which wasn't anywhere near as depressing as it sounds). He grew up in New England but has lived around here for more than 15 years and he proclaimed it the only pizza he can remember eating in Pasadena that tasted like it could have been crafted in a New Haven pizza oven.
The other night I was with some friends watching football and my friend Murph asked if I would have a slice of pizza if he ordered one. I said of course. (I do not believe I have ever once answered "no" to that question.) He got the pizza you see above, with pepperoni, broccoli and red onion. It was not the thin crust pie I love at 72 North, but it was still outstanding. I ate my slice in about three bites.
"Have another," Murph said.
"Okay," I replied, "after I use the restroom."
"I hope you don't mind," Murph said, "but I took the broccoli off the rest of the slices and put it all on one."
I did not mind, for many reasons, not the least of which being that he bought the pizza. Plus I always like it when Murph eats something healthy.
My friends Ed and Dawn were sitting near us at this point, pondering what to do for dinner, when they decided to get a pizza because of how good Murph's looked. They went with the regular pepperoni.
"Not now, thanks," I said, "but I will take a picture of your pizza."
"Okay," he said, "just make sure you get the Coors Light in it."
By this time my friend Carla had joined me and decided she wanted some pizza as well. She asked if I would have a couple slices if she got one. I again said sure.
We were told the dough wasn't ready yet for another pizza and it would take an hour before we got one. We said that was fine.
Posted by JustinM at 11:43 AM