The kids and I were on our way to meet friends for a picnic lunch at a local farm, taking full advantage of this past weekend’s 70 degree temperatures. Because it was a spur-of-the-moment plan, I didn’t bring lunch from home, so I started scouting for a pizzeria to dash into along the way.
And really, all you have to do is look for a strip mall. Because goodness knows, every strip mall seems to have either a Chinese restaurant or a pizzeria.
Even better, the place we chose was somewhere we hadn’t been yet.
Even though we pass it all.the.time.
There were about ten assorted pies in the display case ready and waiting, making it the perfect choice for a grab-and-go lunch. Madeline went with plain slice, Nick chose the baked pasta pizza, and I got with the eggplant parm pizza.
Three slices, three drinks, $14.75.
Seems a tad on the pricey side to me.
They warmed up the slices, we grabbed handfuls of napkins and straws and away we went.
Nick nibbled at the pasta pieces on the way to the farm and said it was stale. I reasoned that hopefully it was just an odd piece or two and to wait until we were sitting down eating.
But, alas, he was sort of right. Not stale, but more so slightly overdone. Luckily not so overdone that he couldn’t finish the slice.
Madeline plowed through about three-quarters of her very generously sized cheese slice, and I stole the last few bites so I could get a taste.
You know the pizza you got in grade school on pizza day?
This is that.
But a bit blander. Non-descript tomato sauce, no big bubbles or charred bits, chewy crust, and no stringy cheese.
It was ok, but nothing special.