Friday, August 12, 2011
The Luggage Room Pizzeria (At Home)
(Well, okay, it's a Friday so I will give you one good story from that dinner: a waitress was clearing a table near ours and, as she was carrying a plate past me, dropped a steak knife off the plate which bounced off my thigh and then landed on the floor. Thankfully it did not cut me. She looked at it, then me, then laughed and walked away without an apology. The knife remained there for the rest of our meal. And that was perhaps only the fourth most annoying thing about the meal.)
A couple of blogs I love wrote about The Luggage Room, giving it tepid praise at best, which only cemented my desire not to ever visit. Even when my friend Tim reported that he thought the pizza was good, I repeated that I would probably never be trying it.
The other night I received a text from Tim that he had left a snack for Elizabeth and me by our kitchen door. I looked and found, to my happiness, a full box of pizza. (I'd only had a small amount of pasta for dinner earlier in the evening and it turned out not to have been enough, but I wasn't in the mood to make anything else and I'd just planned to go to bed slightly hungry.)
And it looked beautiful when I opened it: corn, goat cheese, and basil. If you have ever seen my pictures of the pizzas I make, you will recognize that these are three of my absolute favorite toppings. To have them all on one pizza was nice. I threw it in the oven for five minutes to warm it up a little.
The crust was tasty; it had obviously been cooked in a very hot oven and it was singed in a few spots. I can't get my grill hot enough to make crust like this at home. The toppings, on the other hand, were nothing special. They were good, no doubt, but indistinguishable from the pizzas I make at home. If anything, the corn I use is better.
I didn't ask Tim how much this pizza cost, but I looked online and saw at least two places that mention this pizza is $17.00. That seems a ridiculous - though not at all surprising - amount for an eight-slice pizza that, if I hadn't already eaten dinner, I could easily polish off myself.
I admit The Luggage Room's pizza was better than I thought it would be, and I really appreciate Tim surprising us with a pie, but it did not change my mind about visiting the place. Even if I hadn't had such a terrible experience at La Grande Orange, the Luggage Room would never replace Mamma's, The Kitchen, or especially my homemade pizzas.
Posted by JustinM at 11:42 AM