Mr. and Mrs. A ate pizza twice within four days.
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The first pizzeria was famous for its pizza Napoletana (authentic Neapolitan
style pizza). The owner-pizza maker apprenticed
in Naples, and had won many pizza
competitions in that Italian city with his Margherita pie, which he offered
daily at his pizzeria in a limited quantity (a puzzlingly odd number of 73 per
day).
Mr. and Mrs. A went there because of its reputation. They ordered a simple lunch – an
antipasto of clam and bacon bone marrow, and a Margherita pie.
The antipasto was described as “wood fired bone marrow, clams, bacon, garlic and smoked scarmoza”. It was easy to understand the deadly combination of salted fat (bacon) on more fat (marrow). But how would clams and smoked cheese come into play? The weird item called for an investigation.
The antipasto was described as “wood fired bone marrow, clams, bacon, garlic and smoked scarmoza”. It was easy to understand the deadly combination of salted fat (bacon) on more fat (marrow). But how would clams and smoked cheese come into play? The weird item called for an investigation.
Unfortunately, it
was a disappointment. The roasted bone
was at room temperature which suggested that it had been sitting around. On top of the marrow were a few whole clams and
bits of bacon amid some white chopped stuff.
The very pale clams were obviously from a can. The mysterious chopped stuff could only be
garlic and smoked cheese based on the description on the menu, though it was
neither garlicky nor cheesy. Nothing on
the plate was warm even though bone marrow was not supposed to be a cold dish. Mr. A made a note not to order weird dishes
in the future.
The menu
described the Margherita pizza this way: “made with dough mixed by hand using San Felice
flour and proofed in
Napoletana wood box, topped
with crushed San Marzano tomatoes, sea salt, mozzarella fior di latte, fresh basil
and extra virgin olive oil. It was baked in a 900°F wood oven.” That was wonderful reading.
Because they
were cooked in very hot wood ovens, Italian style thin crust pizzas always had
some burnt spots along the crust. The
burnt spots could be removed easily and did not affect the taste. But the pie at this pizzeria had many burnt
spots at the bottom as well, giving the whole pie a burnt taste. The crust was also powdery in the mouth as if
it had picked up a lot of excess flour before going into the oven. The pie might be authentic Napoletana, but
Mr. and Mrs. A did not like it.
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Three days later, Mr. and Mrs. A had dinner at another pizzeria, a place that they had visited before. This place specialized in New York style pizza – the kind with thin flexible crust so the slices could be folded to eat
for those on the go.
The small menu was full of
mouth watering items. Mr. and Mrs. A started with a stew of
squids, clams, mussels, pancetta, leeks and tomatoes. The seafood was fresh, tender and tasty. The creamy and rich aioli on the crostini reminded them of Europe.
Mr. A believed that meatball was a
barometer of the food in an Italian restaurant.
So he ordered it as their second appetizer. The dish was simply superb. Three tennis ball sized meatballs of pork,
beef and prosciutto bathed in a bowl of tomato garlic sauce. They were meaty, tender but not mushy, and rich
in flavor.
Next came bucatini
with
chopped onion, garlic and pancetta, tossed in tomato sauce, olive oil, red
chili pepper flakes and grated
cheese. The texture of the skinny long tubes was a
little bit softer than al dente. The
dish was earthy and comforting. Good as
it was, Mr. and Mrs. A had to save room for the pizza. They took most of the pasta home with an
extra order of meatballs.
Finally there
was the Acciughe pizza with Sicilian anchovies, Calabrian chiles and fresh
oregano. Mr. and Mrs. A shared one slice and enjoyed
the explosion of flavor in their mouths -- it was salty (the anchovy), spicy
hot (the chile pepper) and aromatic (the oregano). By that time, they were so full that they could
not eat any more. The rest of the pizza
was boxed up to go.
They did not
plan to have sweets. But the cannolo two
tables away looked too good to be ignored.
Fluffy ricotta spilled out of both ends of a fried pastry dough roll and
decorated with fresh pistachio. Confectioner’s sugar was sprinkled over it like
a thin layer of fresh snow. Mr. and Mrs.
A could not resist and shared one. The
gentle sweetness and lightness of the dessert was a perfect way to end the big meal.
That dessert looks delicious - but it does seem like a very big meal! And all these restaurants are in San Francisco?
ReplyDeleteYes, they are in the area.
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