I am eating pizza that is so amazing that I have not finished my first piece and I have to write about it. The crust is firm, crispy and perfectly cooked. The sauce, as indicated on the take out menu is Tom’s “own authentic”. I cannot really work up a full analysis on the sauce as the tastes are over-taken by the toppings and the cheese. This is not a complaint.
The “Miner’s Special” toppings are a thick wedge of pepperoni and julienne salami. The combination is appropriately spicy and because of the abundance, I am very thirsty from the salt. But not the kind of salty taste that you get when a bad cook tries to disquise their inferiority with the salt shaker, but a deep and rich, saltiness. If I had any complaint, it is that I would have loved more mushrooms to offset the richness of the deli meats. Mozzarella is liberally layered over top and then hunks of bacon crown it all.
I do not use the term “hunks” in a derogatory manner. These are lean and meaty pieces, similar to when I was growing up and my Dad would bring home the bacon. He would purchase a slab of bacon and would slice it up himself. He would use his big freshly sharpened butcher knife, on the wooden cutting board, that used to slide out of the cupboard. Tom’s bacon retains a husky, smoky taste and comes closer to what I imagine “real” bacon is supposed to taste like.
I have to fess up on a couple of points: I have now finished my pizza supper and it is only 5 pm. I really want to watch the Jets game but I have to participate in a twitter party this evening. The front desk agent at my hotel has called over to Boston Pizza which is within walking distance, to ensure that they have Wi-Fi. Therefore, I can sit up at the bar, watch the game AND fulfil my tweeting commitments. But, I couldn’t bear to pay Boston’s prices for a pizza when I knew that their pies could not hold a candle to the local version, that I have heard so much about. Last year when I was teaching in Thompson, I tasted pizza from Santa Maria and when I commented to locals that I wanted to go again, many advised me that the chef from Santa Maria’s had moved over to Tom’s (or perhaps he even IS Tom). At any rate, I wanted to give a place that I had never eaten at, a try.
Just before game time, I plan to walk over to BP and order myself a frosty beer or a glass of wine and then get my tweeting fingers warmed up. Hopefully I will be all done by the end of the first period, when I can then sit back and enjoy the rest of the game. Which I can now report was won in a shoot out!
Kath’s quote: “I talked to a calzone for fifteen minutes last night before I realized it was just an introverted pizza. I wish all my acquaintances were so tasty. ”- Jarod Kintz
Love-that is all.