Calmed somewhat by the loaf of bread A bought (to make me happy; she knows me so well), I settled in to wait for my funghi pizza. As far as consolation prizes go, this one was a winner. The arugula was fresh, abundant, and perfectly complemented the delicate flavours of the mushrooms and onions. E proclaimed her finocchiona the best pizza she's ever had in Vancouver. And the crust! So good that I took A's crust scraps home with me for later. You just don't throw away crust that good.
I was charmed by the spare red and white decor, and special touches like side by side taps offering free still and sparkling water, butcher paper for those leftovers not quite warranting a box, and the mostly communal dining set up. The very cute pizza chef certainly did not go amiss. The only thing lacking is the vino, but a liquor license is in the works!
Having ate the miele, I am not sad to see it go. Too much apple, not enough ricotta... it was an extremely heavy object, not exactly what you want in a dessert pizza. My vote is for a fig and goat cheese replacement...
ReplyDeleteThanks, this definitely makes me feel better about missing out on the miele. I'll second your replacement suggestion...yum!
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