One of the great joys of living in America is that, at any moment, no matter where you are, you can order a pizza. This was a fact well-known to me when I was in high school and college. “Let’s order a pizza,” is a phrase most of us are quite comfortable saying and it wasn’t until very recently that I realized I hadn’t uttered those words in a really long time. But hanging out with my friend John at his new house in Glendale, recently, we were talking about where to go to dinner and suddenly I found myself saying those magic words. Before we knew it, there was a knock on the door and our pizza had arrived.
Don’t roll your eyes, but we got pizza with broccoli on it:
The place we ordered from was a local Italian joint and who knows if this was good pizza or bad pizza; it didn’t matter. The crust was chewy instead of crisp like what you get from a coal oven place in New York. But eating it in John’s living room while drinking the wine that I’d brought, there was so much to be happy about. Here was dinner that we could eat on paper plates, no silverware necessary, and when we were done eating it we were full and satisfied in a way that can only happen when you order a pizza.
Even if you’re a die-hard food lover who forages for micro arugula on a regular basis, sometimes you just need to order a pizza. Go order one now with my blessing.
Not to be cranky about it, but there are actually quite a few places where you can’t order a pizza. My parent’s house, for instance. People who live in sparsely populated areas learn early how to make their own pizzas. ;-)
When I was 5 – my parents moved us to middle of nowhere Minnesota – the only restaurant within 50 miles was a pizza joint.
looks like Pizza Man – my favorite delivery pizza – I order from the Pasadena location.
Depending on what part of Glendale you’re in, Brownstone in Eagle Rock is a pretty good delivery pizza.
I wish we had a good pizza delivery option nearby. I don’t have pizza very often. When I do enjoy that cheesy treat, I’d rather have a hearty slice (or 3) from a neighborhood place than something more sophisticated, more expensive and less comforting. Keep your arugula and guiancale. I’ll take meatball and mushroom with a good shake of pepper flakes or Sriracha.
Whenever I have a dinner party, and things are getting steamy, smoky or stressful, I always exclaim “we can always order a pizza!” and everything is right in the world again. But, when I am out in rural MN visiting my folks, we can’t! That is a level of exposure I can’t tolerate as a cook.
Haha. That’s cute.
I guess you ordered from “Two guys from Italy” ;)
There is nothing, at least no food item, that brings joy to a person’s life like pizza. I deliver part-time and I can attest that I bring joy to people all the time, especially little kids. Pizza is a true blessing.