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In Like A Lion…

What a whirlwind of a week!

The last time I sat still was Sunday on the crazy four-hour bus trip back from New York. I say crazy because the guy sitting in front of me thought he was in his living room recliner. (Actually, sir, I don’t think your seat belongs in my lap thankyouverymuch). I never know what to do in those situations. On this particular occasion I tried to politely ask the man to adjust his seat and it backfired. I won’t get into the nasty details but let’s just say his seat ended up further in my lap and it made for a very awkward and uncomfortable trip back home. Thoughts on travel etiquette anyone?

Anyway, happy Friday and happy March!  March is one of my favorite months because it means two things: 1) my birthday is close (I’ll be 26 on the 21st!)  and 2) spring is almost here! It’s usually around this time of year when I get really sick of the cold weather. I can’t wait for the days when I can walk outside without freezing and when tables are set up outside all of my favorite restaurants and cafes!

Speaking of restaurants, in my last post I mentioned I was going out for pizza for my father’s birthday on Tuesday. Nothing, not even the impending DC snow storm* or the one-mile walk from the metro to the restaurant, was going to stop me from fulfilling that promise.

Go ahead and drool. It’s ok.

2Amys came highly recommended to me by my supervisor at work. He called it the “best pizza in DC.” The best pizza in DC? Hold on. I’ll be the judge of that.

Now, I don’t mean to sound like a snob, but I know good pizza. I was raised right outside NYC into a family obsessed with tracking down great pies. My father lived for finding the best slice. So when someone tells me that they’ve found the best pizza in a certain area, I’m a bit skeptical until I can try it for myself.

The verdict?

Not the best pizza I’ve had in DC so far but definitely up there on my list. My problem with this particular pie was that the crust faltered below the weight of its toppings. Now, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE a nice, charred, thin crust, but all I had was a Margherita and if the crust couldn’t support a thin layer of sauce, cheese and basil, I don’t know how any of the other, more loaded pies could survive. It’s definitely a knife and fork type of pizza, and I like to pick my slices up. Overall, the flavor was delicious though and I’d definitely go back to try it again.

Here’s a fun bit of information about 2Amys’ pizza from their website:

In 1998 the Italian government formally recognized Neapolitan pizza as a traditional food worthy of preservation and granted it D.O.C (Denominazione di Origine Controllata) status, which specifies the legally permitted ingredients and methods of preparation necessary to produce authentic Neapolitan Pizza. Only soft-grain flour, fresh yeast, water, and sea salt may be used for the dough, and only Italian plum tomatoes, mozzarella di bufala, extra-virgin olive oil and fresh basil or dried oregano may be used for the toppings. Fresh garlic may only be used on the Pizza Marinara. All Neapolitan pizzas must be cooked in a wood-burning oven. The Verace Pizza Napoletana Association was established to protect and promote authentic Neapolitan pizza and defend its Neapolitan origins and traditions. As a member of the Association, we abide by these strict requirements and serve D.O.C. pizza.

Pretty cool, I’d say.

Conclusion? If you’d in the Cleveland Park area of DC (right near the National Cathedral), give 2Amys a try. Even if you can’t pick up and fold the pizza like a true New Yorker, you won’t be disappointed by the flavor.

On what subject are you a self-proclaimed snob?

The end.

p.s. Totally psyched for a blogger dinner tonight in DC. It’s been in the works for a month now and there are around 12 of us attending. Can’t wait to meet everyone!

*Again, not trying to sound like a snob, but the “snow storm” in DC which closed all of the federal offices and even my office building? Total joke. When I was your age went to school in Albany, the snow storms we got would have eaten this one for breakfast.

The end again. For real this time.

If He Were Here…

Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been 63.

If he were still here, he would have accompanied my family and me this past weekend to one of his favorite Italian restaurants for dinner.

He would have loved the jazz show we attended Saturday night.

He would have played with his niece and nephew at breakfast on Saturday morning.

If my father were still here, he would be eating pizza tonight, like I plan to do.

He would tell me that his birthday is the best day of the year. I would argue, ‘no, mine is!’

He would be excited for the warm, spring weather ahead and cursing the harsh, New York cold.

He would be mapping out his summer vacation already.

If my father were here, he would be looking forward to a birthday dinner with my mother at Peter Lugar this weekend.

He would relish the whole day, the same way he taught my brothers and me to do, because, really, there is no better day than your birthday. That’s what he taught me anyway.

If my father were here today, he would be happy to just be. Because, above all else, he loved life, my mom, my brothers and me, and pizza. Can’t forget about the pizza! It was his favorite food group. Yes, it’s a food group. If he were here, he would agree with that.

I miss him more than words can say.

In loving memory of my father
March 5, 1950 to October 28, 2011

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