Day 3: Sunlit dinner @ Eddie’s Pizza Cart in the UWS.
My inner Adam Richman summoned, and as stuffed was my face, I ignored all that was sensible, and took a trek down two dozen blocks to Eddie’s Pizza cart on 68th and Columbus. It was small and unassuming, and looked like a newsstand from a block away. I peeped my head in certain that I’d find a microwave, but low and behold, there it was – a full sized oven wedged tightly into a space no bigger than my closet. The line was short at a tick past 8 so I ordered my usual (you decide!) and got a fresh paper thin circle barely strong enough to contain the heap of meaty, cheesy, vegetabley blanket of goodness.
The pepperoni was firm, with some of the burnt edges that I love, yet it wasn’t fatty or oily like most are. The sausage was sliced super thin, and had a comparatively milder taste, but had the great texture of a mix between room temperature butter and melted cheese. The meatballs were brawny, well-browned, and had a nice bold taste of herbs and spices. The mushrooms, onions, and bright green peppers provided a rainbow of eye candy, and complimented well the stringy mozzarella and sweet sauce di pomodoro.
The crust was thin, very thin, yet substantial, and it made me absolutely confused. I kept wondering why I was able to feel both crisp and chewy from something so thin in each bite I took. It tasted wheaty, and hearty, and, unlike others, weren’t mere supporting actors to their toppings. They had a personality all their own; and as much as I tried to separate the two to get a better taste for each, I just couldn’t – and before I knew it, finished it all. Thanks Caleb and David, for making molto delizioso pizze everyday (una pizza, due pizze, si?), and for recommending the tart and sparkly San Pellegrino Limonata to go with it. It is better than Sprite.