You'd eat it carefully -- it was scalding hot, and handed to you with a proper fold to the slice, on a stack of wax paper and napkin -- you'd take it carefully, and hold it carefully, and take the tiniest nibbles off the end until it cooled down a bit. If you were NOT careful, it'd peel the skin off your leg right through your pants after the molten bubbling cheese and sauce slid off the crust (thin, crisp on the bottom soft on the top, with BIG crust-edge filled with huge air bubbles).
You've just described Arinell's Pizza in Berkeley, California. Look it up next time you're in town.
Pizza was enjoyed PURE -- crust, sauce, cheese... with a wee bit of oregano sprinkled on it, and every now and then some crushed red pepper.You'd eat it carefully -- it was scalding hot, and handed to you with a proper fold to the slice, on a stack of wax paper and napkin -- you'd take it carefully, and hold it carefully, and take the tiniest nibbles off the end until it cooled down a bit. If you were NOT careful, it'd peel the skin off your leg right through your pants after the molten bubbling cheese and sauce slid off the crust (thin, crisp on the bottom soft on the top, with BIG crust-edge filled with huge air bubbles).
You've just described Arinell's Pizza in Berkeley, California. Look it up next time you're in town.
If only...
Sadly, my "health" (to use the term loosely) as I enter my seventh decade, is sufficiently lousy as to preclude any nontrivial travel. I rarely leave the house unless it's to go to a doctor or hospital anymore. I hate it.