Terribly tricky to be moderate at Broadway Pizza, arguably the best ‘za in the Twin Cities. An old-fashioned, no-frills, thin-crust pie, with just the right amount of lightly-spicy sauce and molten cheese. That melty-over-crisp thing is what pizza is all about (to me), stirring happy college memories of heavenly, perfect after-bar slices, wolfed down at 2 a.m. like it was the first food I’d had in weeks (even though I’d probably had a burger, or even pizza, for dinner). OK, perhaps not that dramatic these more sober (!), grown-up days, but still… So Damn Good, especially at the flagship shop (Broadway and River Drive in North/Northeast), which even at five in the afternoon is a-humming. I indulged along with Stacey, Cooper, Nathan, Mom, John, and Sasha, celebrating Mom and Sasha’s joint March 21st birthdays – Happy Belated Birthday Mom and Sasha! We all happily ate too much (even Little Cooperstar had four pieces!) and scattered for various Sunday-night activities. Including…
…hijinxing with my minxes, woo hoo! Nothing like following up a salty pizza feast with wine and salty chat courtesy of Kim & Suz! I find hooting, howling, and shrieking with the girls particularly good for the digestion (not to mention the soul) and recommend the strategy highly.
Unforch, despite earlier-in-the-day efforts to balance out the pizza we knew was coming (a nice amount of exercise, water, and a light breakfast and lunch), I am a salinated puffball this morning. It’s a green tea, fresh fruit Monday for me! BIG time, ack. And I’ll be taking that tea on the hot side, given the snow falling as I write this. March – in like a lion, out like an a**hole (snarl).