The New York Slice: Ludica Pizzeria

I had imagined that we were going to have a grand ole’ time trying out the board games at the restaurant and I was right. I almost felt like I wanted the pizzas to come later to our table than the more-than-a-long-while that it took them to arrive. I know for a fact that the kids weren’t particularly happy to be served their lunches in the middle of our game. The game we were playing turned out to take up too much of the surface area of our table for us to continue playing it while simultaneously handling our food. We … Continue reading The New York Slice: Ludica Pizzeria

Subjectively subjective: Uncle Fatih’s (pepperoni) Pizza

My son thinks he looks like an artist. My wife thinks he looks more like a mafioso. I think Faith is a girl’s name. My daughter thinks the slices of pepperoni taste like ham. My son disagrees with my daughter. His opinion is that the pepperoni is spicy. None of the rest of us agrees with him. The pepperoni is most definitely not spicy. I point out that it is the sauce that is spicy. My wife points out that the sauce is sweet and not hot at all. My daughter concurs and says that it is the pizza that … Continue reading Subjectively subjective: Uncle Fatih’s (pepperoni) Pizza

I don’t mean to scare you, but: Domino’s!

Twas the night before Halloween and all through the town, Nothing seemed unusual, as if nothing was going to go down But something sinister was afoot, When dinnertime came to me beckoning, My immediate reaction was not too cook Even though it was a weekday Even though I had plenty of spare time Even though my fridge was fully stocked Even though I had recipes in my head and on my laptop and on my phone and in that stack of cookbooks just waiting for me to follow. The something that was definitely sinister definitely took a hold of me, took a … Continue reading I don’t mean to scare you, but: Domino’s!

Something a food slob like me enjoys: Italian Kitchen

The size. The dimensions. The proportions. The perception. I’m not good at estimating distances or heft or volume or bigness or smallness or square footage or anything like that. Driving by Park Royal everyday and watching the workers build, decorate, furnish, and finish the tiny corner section of the first phase of its expansion abutting Marine Drive, and knowing that it was to be the location of Glowbal’s latest expansion of its local restaurant empire, I had a difficult time imagining how such a slice of land could ever become a restaurant that possesses a size significant enough to generate … Continue reading Something a food slob like me enjoys: Italian Kitchen

The Pizza Strikes Back: Via Tevere Pizzeria

I didn’t really visit Via Tevere Pizzeria after being thoroughly seduced by the meat pide at Anatolia’s Gate. I wish that I did. Being pulled back onto the righteous path by a proper Neapolitan pie would’ve made for a better, more dramatic story. The truth is that I visited Via Tevere Pizzeria a week prior to my meat pide revelation. It was not until I was typing up the title to my post on Anatolia’s Gate that I was reminded of how thoroughly satisfying my dining experience was at Via Tevere Pizzeria. I didn’t even mind queuing up for 25 … Continue reading The Pizza Strikes Back: Via Tevere Pizzeria

Out Pizza-ing the Pizza: Anatolia’s Gate

I’ve had several close encounters with Anatolia’s Gate ever since I found out about the Turkish restaurant via local online foodie discussion boards. But for one reason or another, I’ve always stopped short of visiting the place. The reasons that have prevented me from visiting the restaurant have grown progressively more ridiculous with each subsequent non-visit that I was beginning to think that I was involved in some sort of Groundhog-Day-esque metaphysical loop that I would not be able to break out of until I got every detail just right. It turned out that I just needed some prodding from … Continue reading Out Pizza-ing the Pizza: Anatolia’s Gate

Neapolitan Pizza: Cotto Enoteca

There are streaky goalies in hockey, streaky shooters in basketball, streaky hitters in baseball, streaky strikers in soccer, and there’s me: a streaky eater. A few months ago I was on a chirashi eating streak; more recently I’ve been streakily visiting Neapolitan pizza restaurants. Today I convinced my wife and son to visit Cotto Enoteca with me. I wanted to try out their VPN (virtual private network?? actually it stands for verace pizza napoletana) certified pizzas. VPN certification does not automatically guarantee a good-tasting pizza, but it does guarantee that the pizza is made with approved raw materials/ingredients and within … Continue reading Neapolitan Pizza: Cotto Enoteca