Mamma's Mega Margherita (It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time)

When I was a kid my dad had a book of cartoons titled "Never Eat Anything Bigger Than Your Head." My brother and I never understood any of them, though I admit we did like the drawings of boobs that were scattered throughout. Years later, when I was in my early 20s, I re-read the book and found it pretty damn funny.

Not more than four days ago I was over at my parents' house, moving some stuff out of one of the bedrooms in preparation for some house guests visiting from the Faroe Islands.  And I came across that book for the first time in years. I flipped through a few of the pages and tossed it aside. When do you ever really have the occasion to eat something larger than your head?, I thought to myself.

Saturday afternoon, Elizabeth and I sat on our patio drinking cold beers. Our friend Carla came and joined us. After a while we started talking about what to do for dinner. I gave three suggestions, one of which was Mamma's Brick Oven pizza. We decided on that and I brought up the menu on the internet.

Almost a year ago the three of us ordered a 16" x 16" pizza from Mamma's and it was more than enough. But we were all quite hungry on Saturday, so I half-jokingly suggested we get the "mega" pizza - 28" in diameter.

"Okay," Elizabeth said without hesitation. This surprised me; she is usually very quick to point out when my culinary ideas are ridiculous, which, to be honest, is most of the time.

"That's like this big across," I said, holding my hands apart.

"And get some garlic knots, too," was her only reply.

So I ordered the pizza and Carla and I went down to pick it up. I am not going to lie: I started laughing when they pulled out the box and loaded the pizza into it. Have you ever been lucky enough to visit the Grand Canyon? You may have seen thousands of pictures of it, but nothing prepares you for the sight. It is simply more than your mind is able to comprehend. I was reminded of that feeling upon seeing our pizza.

A guy at the counter was getting ready to place his order but started laughing as I picked up our pizza. "I want one of those," he said.

"Should we tell them this is for three people?" Carla asked.

"Hell no," I answered.

Back home we cleared off the patio table.

"Are you kidding me?" Elizabeth asked.

"Hey, I tried to explain how big this pizza would be."

"I guess I couldn't picture it," she said. "Besides, I'm used to being lied to about size."

(I think this might have been a joke at my expense.)

The obvious question: How was it? It was delicious. Mamma's Margherita pizza has long been one of my favorite pizzas anywhere in Southern California - perhaps even my favorite. The sauce is tangy and not too sweet, the cheese is tasty and the basil is fresh. Elizabeth grew up in New York, went to college in the Bronx and lived in Brooklyn for several years, and this is the only pizza within twenty minutes of us that she says reminds her of home.

But there is one caveat: with such a large pie, many of the slices in the center are doughy and not even close to being crisp. This was not a big deal for us; Elizabeth likes her pizza crust on the softer side and, since there were only three of us, I was able to eat quite a few slices around the edge of the pie, which were much firmer.

I sent a picture message of the pizza to a few friends. Zach's response was an excited "Oh hell yeah!" Tim responded that he would be home in a few minutes and he was coming over to see this thing in person.

Phil had a slightly different take on the situation: "I want to breed with that pizza."

Tim laughed when he arrived and saw the pie. He'd already had a big dinner but he still grabbed a slice and enjoyed it.

"What possessed you to get a pizza this big?" he asked.

"I didn't understand exactly how big it was going to be," Elizabeth answered.

"That's because Justin is always lying to you about size," he added.

(Now I was relatively certain these jokes were being made at my expense.)

Thank God we got garlic knots so we didn't starve.

It probably doesn't surprise you to learn that, even after stuffing ourselves to the point of pain, we still had about half the pizza left. I took it inside - the box literally fit through the kitchen door with less than half an inch to spare - and piled the pizza on two plates, wrapping them with foil. I ate leftovers for breakfast, lunch and dinner yesterday and there are still enough slices left to provide dinner for two, which may well be what we do tonight. I mean, it's not like I ever get tired of pizza.

I will close with one of my favorite photos from the set, a sea of pizza.