At 7:00am on Saturday, September 15th I promised myself pizza. Cheese and crust, the bare minimum of expectations. Around 8:30am I started googling 24 hour pizza joints. ‘Sup pdx? There are none. At 8:50am I resurrected my twitter activity to complain about the dearth of 24 hour pizza.
A well known rock star pizza joint due to open at 11:00 was closed when I arrived with friends at 11:30. That’s right Sizzle Pie, I am looking directly at you with a stern look of…set your alarm clock.
I picked at a corn dog. Pro Tip: A corn dog will never satisfy a pizza craving no matter how excellent the corn dog may be.
Bridge City Pizza is a new place recommended to me by a Wise Woman. I placed a phone order for two 14″ pies. One veggie, one meaty. Three friends in tow. Buy some cheap champagne at the Plaid next door.
This is Chicago Style Thin Crust. Trust me when I say that the component parts equal a vast sum: this pizza is slightly buttery on the crust, just the right amount of grease, un-sweet sauce, herby, balanced, this is the pizza you’ve been thinking about all day. And the veggies!! They are well cared for, roasted to perfection.
I placed two slices on a plate and exited to the back yard. Guess what happened next? I cried about it. I’m not even joking. 5 months of desert face and two square slices of pie did me in. I clearly needed pizza. If you are anything like me you don’t always feel worthy of the things that you want; maybe you ignore yourself, maybe you hate wanting things, maybe you don’t understand either of these concepts. Have some Bridge City Pizza. Keep some tissues handy.