Craving New York Pizza

pizza, food, cravings, humor, Modern PhilosopherI have a serious craving for New York pizza right now, Modern Philosophers.  The first one to send a large mushroom and pepperoni pie to The House on the Hill will be written into my will.

Maybe it’s all this isolation that’s making me long for things I can’t have.  It doesn’t help that my meals have been less than exotic lately.  I’m just preparing very basic menu items that are easy to make, can be made in large quantities, and will last a while since I really don’t want to have to go to the store during this COVID 19 lock down.

I’ve also been watching a lot of television lately to pass the time, and there has been an abnormal amount of commercials for take out pizza.  Papa John’s, Domino’s, and Little Caesar’s have clearly gone into cahoots to drive me mad.

I do have a couple of frozen pizzas in the freezer, but that’s just not the same as a New York pie fresh out of the oven.

To give you some idea of how bad the cravings have gotten, I’ll tell you about yesterday’s writing progress.  I’m working on Chapter Eight of my novel, and at this point in the story, the main characters are on their second date.  While I don’t come out and say it outright, the tale is set in New York, and the characters attend NYU.

pizza, food, cravings, humor, Modern PhilosopherGuess where they went on this date?

A pizzeria.

I’m infamous for never using outlines.  All I knew was that this chapter would focus on their very awkward second date, and the witty banter that helps them to survive.

There was no set location for the date.  It’s December in New York, Christmas Season is in full swing, and they could have gone anywhere in the City That Never Sleeps.

Yet, somehow, they wound up in a pizzeria.

And the thing is, my obsession with the best pizza in the world did not end with the setting.  There is more description of the pizza, the way they eat the pizza, the toppings on the pizza, the taste of the pizza, and their reactions to eating the pizza than there is description of the location.

Sure, I’ve always been one to enhance my scripts with very specific screen direction and character action, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

My stomach rumbled the whole time I was writing, and it just growled very loudly as I typed that paragraph about all the pizza description.

I need New York pizza.  Now!

You can’t blame me for the craving.  I grew up in an Irish/Italian neighborhood in Brooklyn.  There was basically a bar and a pizzeria on every block in the section where the stores were located.

With that much pizza so easily available, you really have to up your game to lure in customers.  As a result, there’s no such thing as bad pizza in Brooklyn.

In fact, I never had crappy pizza until I moved to California.

pizza, food, cravings, humor, Modern PhilosopherDon’t even try to tell me that all pizza is the same.  There’s a place close to The House on the Hill that claims to have New York Style Pizza.

Guess what?  They don’t sell New York Style Pizza.  It’s just a gross knock off that looks like the real thing, but tastes like cardboard that’s been soaked in tomato sauce for several days.

Growing up, I had a favorite pizzeria.  Sure, I’d go to other places from time to time just to see if there was anything better out there, but the pizzeria near my childhood home was definitely the best around.  I follow the place on Facebook just so I can check out the pictures they post of the pies fresh out of the oven.

When I was in college, and I would stay with my sister over the summer, the pizzeria across the street offered Sicilian slices (that’s square pizza for you novices) with onion.  That became my crazy summer pizza fling.

Don’t worry, I’m still faithful to pepperoni and mushroom, but that summer, I did a little exploring like one is apt to do while in college.

After college, J and I got an apartment in Park Slope.  There was a pizzeria on the corner, and on Monday nights, they had a special: a large, one topping pizza for $5.  Needless to say, Monday became pizza night at our place.

pizza, food, cravings, humor, Modern PhilosopherI grew up on pizza, and when I moved to California, I was sadly disappointed by the food they referred to as pizza.  Truth be told, if I’d known the pizza in California was going to suck so much, I might not have left New York.

When I moved to Maine, I found a joint in the next town that had the closest thing to New York pizza I’d had since leaving The Big Apple.

Sadly, the place went out of business.  Apparently, folks up here don’t appreciate pizza the way I do.  They just settle for a place with “New York Style Pizza” in the name, and have no idea how badly they are getting ripped off.

Well, I’d hoped that writing this post would send my craving out onto the internet and free me from its curse, but it’s not working.

Someone please send me REAL pizza now!

Are you craving a certain food during this stay at home period?  Is there a food from your past that you cannot find a suitable replacement for now?

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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5 Responses to Craving New York Pizza

  1. beth says:

    that sounds so good

  2. markbialczak says:

    I truly understand your craving, Austin. Fortunately, Syracuse has a few places where I believe the pie-makers grew up downstate. They do it right for my cravings. When I moved to Maryland, I got to appreciate very much a square pie made in a great local restaurant by the name of Ledo. It became my fave there, but it complemented, not replaced, my love of the round New York pie.
    My missing jones right now is takeout Chinese food. Although they could have stayed open, all of the Syracuse area Chinese places have closed. How about in Maine?

    • Austin says:

      There are a lot of local restaurants and chains still open for delivery and curbside pick up. I’m not sure if my favorite Chinese restaurant is still open. I’m not adventurous enough to try pandemic takeout…

  3. kristianw84 says:

    Sadly, I’ve never had pizza in New York. I have plans to change that, but I’m afraid it’s going to ruin me for pizza.

    There’s a pizzeria near me called Brenda’s. The owner went to New York and worked in pizzerias there. I’ve heard it’s just as good, but I can’t personally attest to that.

    Anyway, I hope you have fed this craving since writing this post.

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