When I left Long Island in 2008, I didn’t think I would miss
much – after all, I’d left to come back to Texas without having a job, so I was
serious about leaving New York. As the years have passed since my cross country
move, I realized that one of the few things I missed from New York was the
pizza. The pizza there is luscious, fresh, and ubiquitous. Unlike Houston, you
can pull up to most any mom and pop pizza shop and get a slice of doughy Sicilian,
or a slice of crisp and crackery thin crust spread judiciously with fresh sauce
– notice I said judiciously, not slopped on - and any number of great toppings.
The outside edges of the slice were always crusty and burny-tasting, and great pizza always leaves a dusting of flour on your hands as a reminder of your good
fortune at selecting a genuinely excellent slice.
In the seven years I’ve been back to Texas, I’ve yearned to
eat a slice like this again – to wait anxiously as the pizza purveyor prepared his
perfect masterpiece and slid it gently onto a paper plate. I wanted to smell
the fresh tomatoes and basil, and to fold it ever so gently just to bite into
the tip end of the triangle. Until now, nothing had satisfied my pizza yearning
– but now, I’ve found a local restaurant that has genuinely great pizza and so
many other fine points that I wanted to start my new blog with a review of this
restaurant – Perry's Steakhouse and Grill in Memorial City.
Sounds wonderful, wish I could eat some. I love pizza but it doesn't love me.
ReplyDeleteJohn Barron