Pizza at Dewey's

Friday April 25

Tonight Jean and Donald very kindly took us out to dinner at a pizza place, Dewey's. It is sort of a chain, but a local one, and it uses fresh ingredients. Not to mention that this branch of it is about three blocks from our house. (The previous, unique, local pizza place, No Anchovies, served the perfect PMS pizza: pepperoni, mushroom, sausage. We mourn its passing.)

We started by sharing a peppercorn ranch salad on romaine, which staved off hunger until the pizzas arrived. Dewey's gives you a choice of sizes, and you can have any pizza made half-and-half. This is what we shared:

The "Bronx bomber": red sauce, mozzarella, pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, onions, green peppers, black olives. An awful slur on the Yankees (Barbara is a New Yorker, after all). It wasn't just the sad black olives, they're usual and expected on American pizza. But the "sausage" was bland white discs, more like (shudder) ballpark hot dogs than Italian sausage, and there wasn't enough pepperoni to counteract it.

"Edgar Allen Poe" (where the hell do they get these names?): olive oil, mozzarella, mushrooms, roasted garlic, kalamata olives, goat cheese, then fresh tomatoes and parsley after the bake. Far better, with some actual flavors.

Meatball: red sauce, fresh basil, fresh mozzarella, Italian meatballs, oregano and parmesan. Probably the best of the three, more genuine as a pizza.

And of course, there were copious draughts of draught beer, and a good time was had by all. So thanks, Jean and Donald!