If you've never been to the Ohio Valley, you might not know that we have the best pizza.
|Dana and I enjoying some Iggy's Pizza|
You order it by the piece, rather than in a pie, and each square can have its own toppings. The toppings are put on after the pizza is cooked, so if you order extra cheese, you get a pile of unmelted mozzarella on top--delicious. And, the crust is so crispy, so the corner pieces are always a bonus.
There were many pizza shops in my town, but there is one in particular that would become the bane of my existence . DeCesare's Pizza was located in an in old, somewhat dilapidated building downtown and it employed some workers with dubious hygiene. Once, while waiting on our order, my Mom and I sat and watched in horror as one of the workers used the edge of the spatula (that would later be pulling our pizza out) to scrape crud out of a crack in the oven. But, I guess you are willing to overlook these kinds of things for great pizza.
As a kid, I would have listed DeCesare's as my favorite pizza. That is, until I once thew it up. I remember the day quite clearly. It was summer. I was ten. My cousins Amie and Jay were visiting from Florida. I ordered two pieces with extra cheese, onions, and black olives. And, later that night it all came back up.
From then on out, I hated DeCesare's pizza and refused to eat it. I don't think it was the pizza that caused my stomach problems because everyone else who had eaten the pizza that night was fine. But, I refused to listen to reason. I would never eat this pizza again. Ever.
This strike against DeCesare's pizza became a problem. My family still liked it, so when they ordered it I would have to eat something else, like a bowl of cereal. And, it was common at sleepovers of the day to order a tray of pizza--and if it happened to be DeCesare's, I was very put out.
It wasn't until ten years later, when I was home from college, that I decided to end the strike and try a piece (this time with no onions and black olives). And, I couldn't believe my taste buds! The crust had just the right balance of crispiness, the sauce was just about perfect, and the cheese, well you can hardly mess that part up. I immediately wanted to smack myself for losing TEN YEARS of eating this awesome pizza.
And, it gets worse. DeCesare's Pizza closed down within a year of my comeback. I had rediscovered the greatest pizza ever, only to learn that I could never eat it again. Ever.
I've still not recovered from this news.
|...especially its pizza.|