Brand New Pizza Port in Ocean Beach!

Place:
Pizza Port in Ocean Beach
1956 Bacon Street
Ocean Beach 92107

Agents:
Nick, Gabe, Nadar and Joe

Overall: 9 out of 10

Pizza: 8.5 out of 10

Atmosphere: 9 out of 10

Who would of thought about placing a Pizza Port in Ocean Beach: Brilliant! And apparently if the crowds are any indication, the locals also think it's brilliant. The same great pies and brew found in the Solana and Carlsbad ports are now available in OB. Each port carries its own style, but the people and the staff in OB by far are the coolest cats.

We started off with a large Monterey, hold the mushrooms, but add some sausage instead. The rest of our Monterey was traditional and decked with pepperoni, onions and loads of artichoke hearts. This pie was packed with toppings, which made it difficult to taste even the slightest hint of bread. Of course, the focus on toppings is typical of California style pizza.

Next up was a large pie split with one side the Lahaina, and the other the Laguna. The Pizza Lahaina is their original Hawaiian-style pizza. No pizza can be in this category without pineapple, but they also topped it with Canadian bacon, bell peppers and onions. I'm not a huge fan of the Hawaiian pizza, but this pie was done well. The cheese was oozy, the toppings were fresh and the bread wasn't soggy from excess grease or sauce.

The Pizza Laguna was cheesy vegetarian pie loaded with with black olives, which dominated the scene. Lurking in the background were a few other key players: mushrooms, onions and artichoke hearts, but much less artichoke than the Monterey. This was the only pizza that had functional issues. The crust was soggy and made it difficult to hold and to enjoy. To their credit, the sogginess was not from excess grease in the pizza, a cardinal pizza sin. No, the most likely culprit is an overly watery sauce.

The newly formed staff were some of the friendliest people I've ever dealt with on a pizza excursion. The guy on the mic shouting out orders was more hits than misses on the quips he threw out, and the couple serving up the pitchers were all smiles. And like Port Carlsbad, they had their brew tanks on show, which really sets the pizza port vibe. One helpful piece of advice: If you plan on ordering beer AND pizza, get them both at the beer register. They only allow pizza purchases at the pizza register, but the beer line you can buy brew and pie.

Chicago style pizza and beer: BJ's in Escondido

Place: BJ's Restuarant and Brewhouse
Westview Mall, Escondido
(760) 466-0700

Time: 5pm (happy hour!)

Agents: Brittany, Geo, Felix and Joe

Overall: 9 out of 10

Pizza: 9 out of 10

Atmosphere: 9 out of 10

Between the deep-dish Chicago-style mini-pizzas we each devoured and BJ's own crafted brews, there wasn't much left to be desired. BJ's is without a doubt Chicago-style pizza done on a professional's budget, but at the same time the quality of the pizza and beer are not completely out of range of the bill.

We planned to kill two birds with one stone by checking out the pizza during happy hour and also reviewing the beer. In this review I don't into the beer but focused on the pizza. See Brittany's review of BJ's happy hour for a review of the booze. As it turns out, the happy hour discounts not only applied to the beer, but also offered all the mini-pizzas at half off. So we decided to take advantage of this bargain.

Felix decided to go with the Mediterranean, which was a mini deep-dish delight topped with grilled chicken, basil, pesto, roasted garlic, roasted garlic, olives, sun-dried tomatoes and chopped pickles. Simply put: it was Mediterranean, and it was good.

The southwestern was a slightly spicy selection chosen by Brittany. This baby pie consisted of chipotle sauce with spicy blackened chicken, green chilies, cheddar cheese, diced tomatoes and cilantro. Its merit was in its spiciness; its vice was in its somewhat dryness, particularly stemming from the chicken.

The only vegetarian pie on the table was the spinach and artichoke pizza ordered by Joe. Here we had a creamy mix of spinach, artichoke hearts, cream cheese and mozzarella all topped with basil and Parmesan. The crust was noticeably moist and tender. Considering all the pizzas each deep-dish crust was prepared with care and the results revealed it.

Unfortunately, the pizza Geo ate is a mystery, but being someone who went to BJ's the night before he highly recommended the Pizookie desert, which is basically a freshly baked cookie topped with scoops of ice cream. Anonymous critics, who also adored the Pizookie, also wished for me to mention it in the review.

The Atmosphere could be said to be a California Pizza Kitchen done up in dark chic style. Both establishments bring pizza to a luxurious status, despite its humble origins as a peasant food. But the restaurant is a pleasurable sight nonetheless. Brittany suggested that BJ's would be a decent potential candidate for daters. Marble tabletops, black booth seats and black polished wood separated booths and tables. The bar had two immense walls packed with liquor that reached up about fifteen feet high. In between the walls there was a big screen TV, playing the USA vs. Czech soccer game, flanked by two smaller TVs, one playing highlight reels of the Stanley cup playoffs, and the other basketball.

The musics was a mixture hard to pin down. Shortly after we walked in BJ's was playing The Black Keys, a band with a bluesy vibe. Later, there was an unnoticeable transition to some otherwise decent electronic music with which I was unfamiliar. Overall the music seemed to appeal to people in their twenties.

We each ended up having a couple drinks and a mini-pizza a piece, plus a side of chips and salsa that ran us about 20 bucks a piece. Note: that these were happy hour prices. The bill would have been much more unfriendly if we had come during typical hours.

Pizza Port: Round Two in Carlsbad

Place:
Port Carlsbad
571 Carlsbad Village Dr.
(760) 720-7007

Time:
5pm (the day after the winter solstice, so it was dark and felt late)
22 December 2009

Investigation Led By:
Agents Devon, James and Joe

Pizza:
7.5 out of 10

Atmosphere:
7 out of 10

While the pizza at Port Solana was some of the best pizza yet investigated, its sister port, Port Carlsbad, proved itself to be the Cinderella, only without a fairy god mother. We've had our eye on this pie factory for months, since late last summer, in hopes for an experience that sequels Port Solana. The pizza was good, the people are nice (and no doubt eye-candy), but nothing extraordinary. With all the many pizzerias around San Diego, Port Carlsbad does not warrant further investigation. Perhaps our anxiety to visit Port Carlsbad placed our expectations at an unreasonably high level, or after a dozen investigations our taste for good pizza is dull and needs honing. Perhaps, but our experiences are all that we experience, and this review is based on those experiences.

We decided to split a large pie, half with Vallarta and the rest with the Solana. The Pizza Vallarta consists of Canadian bacon, olives, onions, and jalapenos. The Pizza Solana is a seafood special containing shrimp, clams, onions, bell peppers and mushrooms. We learned after digging in that the Solana seafood style did not mesh well with the spicy Vallarta. The notable points about the Vallarta were the spicy jalapenos and the Canadian bacon. The Vallarta is definitely spicy, so those of the faint of heart look out. And the combination of Canadian bacon and jalapenos was original and nicely complimented each other. The shrimp and claims on the Solana, however, did not seem to have the same fate. The seafood pizza was new, but their compatibility seems more like a struggle for something new rather than something delicious. Agent James thought the pizza was good, and it may be the seafood pizza requires a certain mindset going in.

The pizza bread was whole grain and properly cooked. Both the crust and the bottom had a crunchy outer shell and the inside was tender, soft and had just the right amount of chewy texture. The mozzarella cheese was stringy and not too greasy. The greasy factor is a sort of feature you notice only after having dealt with grease problems. The grease factor for pizza is analogous to what people say about sex: you don't really notice it until you're not getting any. But in the case of the grease factor it should actually be: you don't really notice it until it is ruining a slice of pizza. The bottom of our pizza stayed crunchy until the last piece was in our mouths. We had no soggy crust issues due to excess grease.

I asked Agent Devon, being our in-house architect, what he thought of the structure of Port Carlsbad. He was not very impressed and replied by saying something along the lines that Port Carlsbad's outstanding architectural feature is its lack of architecture. And after he made that point it was clear that we were in basically a large box. Nonetheless the interior design made up for this lack of architecture, so it wasn't as bad as our critical architect made it out to be.

The theme, naturally, was surfing. Half a dozen long boards hung from the high ceilings, and black and white pictures of people surfing in what looked like the 1960's were hang up around the tables. The bar and the tables, and pretty much all other furniture was polished wood. Near the front door toward the bar sat a giant brewing tank. The music was difficult to hear, the volume was low and the crowd murmur high. From what I could make out it didn't sound like we missed much. I asked Agents Devon and James what type of music they were playing. Devon said "beachy music" and James said it sounded like 1980's country. I don't think those two analyzes are compatible with each other, but this will give a feel for what we were half listening to. The pizza ports are not only known for their pizza, but for their own handcrafted beers. In fact, pizza port is making a name for themselves nationally after recently taking home some awards from a prestigious beer festival in Denver.

So, we decided to see what all the fuss was about. Agent Devon suggested that we order the Chronic, but I told him that we investigated that beer in Solana. We took a second look over their brews and opted for the Sharkbite, a hoppy ale that promised its bite. I wasn't sure how it would go wiht the beer, but I already felt like the beer choice was taking too long and had to act fast. Fortunately, the beer and pizza worked together well, even if the beer overpowered the pizza pound for pound.

We were helped by a short brunette when ordering our pizza who was friendly, and worked with me through my embarrassing moment when I could not figure out the proper amount of tip to write on the receipt. I asked her if she could just fill it out for me, which in hind sight was a ridiculous thing to do, but that is what happened. I ended up taking the receipt back, focusing for a moment, and writing down the tip like a normal human being. We then migrated over to the bar where e were helped by a sexy blond with a nice smile, who directed us to the list of their own hand crafted brews.

Port Carlsbad is a bit pricey but this seems to compensate for the quality. I wouldn't say that Port Carlsbad is overpriced, like a $300 umbrella I once found in Banana Republic. A large pizza ran about $23 and a pitcher of beer about $17. And this is a sort of place where the pizza AND beer are a must. You cannot have the one without the other.

Jersy Pizza in Pacific Beach: Hoboken

Place:
Hoboken
1459 Garnet Ave.
Pacific Beach

Time:
Sunday 6 September 2009
(Labor Day weekend)
Around 4:30pm

Investigation Led By:
Agents Nick, Nader and Joe

Atmosphere:
8.5 out of 10

Pizza:
7 out of 10

Hoboken is a pizzeria with a mesh of east coast culture on the one hand and west coast style on the other. The music alone warrants another visit, but while I may hesitate to admit it in front of a local Pacific Beach (PB) resident, the pizza at Hoboken could learn a little from other New York style pizzerias in San Diego, particularly Bronx Pizza.

Hoboken has a worn wood facade painted black that expresses a sort of simplicity that is welcoming to the heavy foot traffic on Garnet. As I walked in, the hundreds of dollar bills taped up onto the brown brick walls commanded all my attention. The bills have all sorts of drawings and words on them mostly drawn with a black felt pen. Two rows on each side of the building were lined with clean black pleather booth seats accompanied by shiny black table tops; and down the center, a few highly lacquered wooden picnic tables. The floor was plain concrete with residue of the tile that had previously been laid. The floor and the black facade complemented each other and created an easy-going vibe.

The east coast and west coast distinction at Hoboken literally takes sides. On the East wall there’s a historic map of Hoboken New Jersey in a case. Next to the map are a number of magazine covers and posters of Bruce Springsteen. Further down the wall, my favorite poster of the place, hung a large black and white mugshot of a young Frank Sinatra. On the west side of the building, appropriately enough, are posters of surfers catching well formed waves during sunsets and clear sunny days. The three TVs on each side represented the interests of each coast: the east side was turned to baseball, and the west side TVs played a surf video.

Hoboken deserves the prize for having the best music at a pizzeria in San Diego, a close second is Newport Pizza and Ale House. Both pizzerias coincidentally are in beach areas that appeal to the younger generations. It seems to be a truism in music that, while older people may have once made groundbreaking music, they usually tend to lose their edginess in time. We listened to Led Zeppelin to The Beatles to, of course, Bruce Springsteen and others who all made our pizza experience that much better.

One customer was a belligerent and apparently angry-for-no-reason man with an Australian accent and an America Flag bandanna on his head. Honestly, while driving to PB, I anticipated this kind of behavior since there is a reputation for PB, to accumulate young people who tend to be slightly less than hypersensitive. But to my surprise this man was the minority. Across the pizzeria was an Indian family of 8 conducting family business, a friendly couple walked in smiling as we were eating and one guy sat on the east coast side of the building fixated on the baseball game.

Nader chose to sit at the window opening in the front of the shop to watch the passers-by. The table was sticky and only started to bother me after about 15 minutes. As we waited for the pizza we sat down with our beers. I had a freshly tapped sweet Oktoberfest Brown Ale by Samuel Adams. Nick ordered a Flat Tire that was a little watered down.

The pizza was brought out to us. We ordered the Sicilian cheese, tomato basil and peperoni. The Sicilian cheese pizza was a inch and a half of nicely raised bread with a pleasant crunchy bottom. The bread had an accessible taste of garlic. The mozzarella was sprinkled with enough oregano to make the spice one of the central flavors of the pizza. The tomato sauce was sweet with an appropriately thick consistency to match the massive pizza bread below it. I thought the pizza bread, with its crunchy bottom, was baked with care, but I the taste and combination of the cheese and oregano reminded of the pizza that used to be served in my elementary school lunch lines. The second Sicilian piece, however, did not bring me back to the grade school cafeteria, but the association was already made, and it stuck.

We also tried the pepperoni. One of its unique features was that the pepperonis were spicy. This complimented the oregano, which again was used liberally. The crust was thin with a lightly crisped bottom. But the grease from the cheese began to cause pizza problems. From the end to about the middle of the slice, the pizza bread was soggy with grease.

The best pizza I we ordered was the tomato basil: thin slices of fresh tomato and sprinkled with fresh whole-leaf basil. The tomatoes were sweet with a juicy firm resistance when bitten into. And let’s not forget the sprinkle of oregano, which was the least prevalent on the tomato basil.

A relaxed and friendly man rang us up. He patiently explained to me what they had on tap. Slices at Hoboken run from $2.50 for a regular and $3.00 for a Sicilian slice. Whole pies range from 16” for $14 to 20” for $16 (additional toppings are $2). Specialty pies range from 16” for $18.50 to 20” for $22.50.

Classic California Style: CPK

Place:
Fashion Valley Mall
7007 Friars Road
(619) 298-4078

Time:
Tuesday 25 August 2009
21:00

Investigation Led By:
Agents Nick, Chastity, Nader, Nader’s girlfriend Melissa, her two guy friends and Joe

Pizza:
8.5out of 10

Atmosphere:
7 out of 10

The development of the California pizza style is shared between California Pizza Kitchen (CPK) and Spago’s. The idea was to bring gourmet ambition into an originally classified peasant food. For better or worse, these ambitions led to the California style of pizza. I happen to be one of those who are not completely on the boat with the gourmet idea. The notion of having gourmet food is a great idea, but the pretentiousness that comes along with it may not measure up to the advancement of the pizza. CPK dose bake a good pie in California style, but the concomitant atmosphere adds an unfortunate aspect to the tradition of pizza.

Pizza is originally a peasant food, but you’d never know it if you ate at CPK. In this way, CPK is similar to the frequent stories of professional athletes, who came from the slums and rose up to athletic greatness. Having achieved the success and money that comes with this recognition, these athletes soon forget their roots and begin to live as though they never had a history. As a result they tend to lose good friends and even distance themselves from their family. Ultimately, they become unhappy since they begin to lose what is really needed to sustain a good life. CPK are these professional athletes in the pizza world. As I sat in their restaurant, it almost seemed inappropriate to talk about how pizza was originally a peasant food. After all, the fabulous bar was tended by, what seemed like, a knowledgeable sommelier uncorking a variety of wines. To be fair, the atmosphere CPK presents to its customers is a nice sit-down restaurant that is not out of range for the occasional visit of the lower middle class. But the attempt to bring the democratic nature of a slice of pizza into the realm of an elite food does not digest well.

The California style is a variation of the Neo-Neopolitan style pizzas. Naples will be our starting point for the development of pizza even though it has earlier origins that go back to Greece. When Italians immigrated to America so did their culinary tradition. The New York style is a variation of the pizza made in Naples, hence the name Neo-Neopolitan for the New York style (there are also other styles, such as the pies in New Haven, that are also classified under Neo-Neopolitan style). The New York style is a large thin crust pizza, whose pizza bread is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. My paradigm example of New York style pizza in San Diego is Bronx pizza. The focus is on producing a quality pizza bread. The toppings are a bonus, not the center piece. This encompasses the more traditional idea that pizza is basically just bread with a little something on top. This is where the California style differs. The focus on California style pizza is the toppings. The idea is to place unique, sometimes heavy, sometimes fairly sophisticated toppings on pizza. The spotlight moves from the bread to the topping in California style. The emphasis on bread seems to move away from creating delicious bread to creating a bread that is at least good enough so that it will not interrupt the eater’s enjoyment of the fantastic toppings. The central difference from a New York style pie and a California style pie is the shift of focus from the bread to the toppings.

By far the most impressive aspect of CPK was the beautiful fired oven. We sat at a table the allowed me to stare at it while the conversation went on around me. I say it was a fired oven because I’m not sure exactly what was fueling it. If I had to guess I would say gas since the flame was bright and powerful the entire time we were there. The rest of the place was also thoughtfully constructed. The restaurant tables were a light tan polished wood and separated from each other by panes of glass. The numerous pictures on the wall were of cartoonish renderings of pizza ingredients and words too small to make our from our seats.

The people around us were of a mixed variety. Directly behind us sat a couple of girls that looked to be in their mid twenties, young and single most likely. I figured they were either in college living on loans or off the wallets of Mom and Dad, or just got a real job and making the transition from having nothing in college to having more money than they are accustom to spending. Two middle-aged men sat at the door. They appeared to be professionals of some sort, perhaps engineers with a devious hint of the capitalist spirit of entrepreneurship. Our waitress was a tall, kind brunette with a nice smile, most likely this was job was paying her way through college. She took our order, which ended up being three pizzas, an artichoke dip and some drinks.

Nick made the great decision of ordering the artichoke dip as an appetizer. They brought out a combination of blue and white tortilla chips that we used to shovel the creamy balance of spinach and artichoke into our mouths. But if you had told me that this was a spinach and cheese dip I would have agreed with you; the presence of artichoke was secondary. Nonetheless, the dip was great. But we were there for the pizza, well, at least I was. I think Nick and Chastity might have been there for the drinks above all else But there was no doubt that at least Nick appreciated the Shrimp Scampi pizza. We ordered three pizzas: the Shrimp Scampi, the Sweet and Spicy Italian Sausage and, of course, the Original BBQ chicken, their pioneering work.

The Shrimp Scampi Pizza consisted of shrimp, mild onions, roasted garlic, Mozzarella, oregano and Italian parsley with a white wine lemon-garlic butter sauce. The minced roasted garlic complimented the shrimp well. The butter sauce had a potent taste of garlic, and there’s nothing that goes better with shrimp than garlic and copiuos amounts of butter. However this pizza had a good balance; the sauce was not too buttery or too strong with garlic.

The Italian sausage was the least impressive one out of the three; it consisted of a combination of sweet and spicy Italian sausages, tomato sauce, red and yellow peppers, mild onions and Mozzarella. This pizza was not bad, but it did not stand out like the Shrimp Scampi or the BBQ chicken. Unfortunately, I could not try this pizza without a sumptuous amount of Parmesan sprinkled on by Nader’s girlfriend Melissa. Parmesan is a strong cheese; it doesn’t take much of it to overpower other flavors, but I still think I caught the essence of this pizza. The yellow peppers stood out as visually appealing. The spicy Italian sausage was not very spicy, and my adverse review of this pizza may be due to my dislike of sweet sausage, although I couldn’t taste the sweetness that much either. The tomato sauce was nothing extraordinary, but it was good.

And last but not least their famous BBQ Chicken pizza. This pizza consisted in barbeque sauce, smoked Gouda and Mozzarella, BBQ chicken, sliced red onions and cilantro. Fortunately for Nader and I, we were still full from reviewing Newport Pizza, where one of the pies we had was a BBQ chicken. So we were able to compare and contrast the different pizzas that we ate within only hours of each other. Not surprisingly, CPK’s BBQ chicken dominated Newport’s. The onions, just as at Newport, went well with the BBQ sauce. However, CPK had superior pizza bread and higher quality cheeses, which resulted in less grease and stronger cheese flavor. The cilantro was also a nice subtle touch that gave the pizza more of a bite but not so much so that it came out from being a background flavor.

CPK does make a pretty tasty pizza in its own original way. That in itself is worth respect. But I don’t know if I see myself in the near future having the irresistible desire to experience the entire CPK ambiance again.

Beer and PIzza in Ocean Beach

Place:
Newport Pizza and Ale House
5050 Newport Ave
Ocean Beach, 92107

Time:
Tuesday 25 August 2009
14:00

Investigation Led By:
Agents Nader and Joe

Pizza:
6.5out of 10

Atmosphere:
9 out 10

Judging pizzerias in San Diego sets a tough standard of what counts as exceptional atmosphere. Newport Pizza and Ale House is a paradigm example, a lively ale house/pizza place decorated with style and located only footsteps away from the beach. While there’s not much missing as far as atmosphere, the tavern-like pizzeria places its pies in second priority to their extensive beer selection.

Newport Pizza located, appropriately enough, on Newport, Ocean Beach’s most happening avenue. They have a dog-friendly patio and while I was there I saw more than one dog hanging out on the patio. This patio rule fits the people of Ocean Beach (OB) since it seems that almost every local owns a dog; OB even has a beach-property park dedicated to dogs. Sounds like when they die, all dogs really go to OB. Agent Nader and I sat inside on bar stools at a high wood table attached to the side of the wall.

We situated ourselves across the room from where the pizzas were made. I always appreciate a pizza place that makes their pizza production easy for the customers to see; half the beauty of pizza is the production, it’s sort of a spectator sport. In front of the pizza production they displayed their slice selection separated from the hungry beach goers by a pane of glass. The slices were set on top of a long booth that had transparent cubes with a stream of neon lights below. This was sort of out of the theme of the place. Most of the ale house was wooden with beer memorabilia hanging up on the walls. Above the bar hung hundreds of taps. Their beer selection contained a long list of beverages on tap and three refrigerators full of other less typically bought beer. It was pretty evident that the focus at Newport Pizza was on the beer, not the pizza. The motto that was attached to there logo was “No crap on tap”. Although all beer lovers, myself included, could appreciate this quality standard, There didn’t seem to be such a quality emphasis on the pizza, or else they probably would have had another logo stating something like, “No cut-cost pizza sauce”. But we didn’t find anything like that.

Two girls were working the front and in charge of the music. A couple other guys, throughout our time there, emerged from the back, but only for a moment. We sat at our table trying to figure out what song was playing. At first, I gave no thought to it and figured it was just Christina Aguilera or some variation of that style. But Nader pointed out that the instrumentation was probably too complex to be a typical pop-star song. My next guess was PJ Harvey but at this point I was just fishing for answers. We soon found out when one of the girls changed the music. The music was connected to an iTunes program and shone on one of the half dozen flat screens in the place. We could see the play-list on the TV as they sifted through looking for new music. The song had been from Zero Seven, and then they switched to the newest Radiohead album, “In Rainbows”. I appreciated the switch; it made the entire atmosphere that much better.

The most charming element of their pizzas were their names. The Greek-style-toppings pizza with pesto, artichoke, olives, feta, etc., for instance, was called “Hulk”; The meat-lovers pizza was called “Ron Jeremy”. Nader and I ordered a split pie, one side being “Homer Simpson”, and the other side was “Clint Eastwood”.

The Homer Simpson consisted of a honey mustard sauce, chicken, onion, mozzarella and cheddar. The honey mustard gave the pizza a creamy taste and soaked into the pizza bread too easily. The pizza bread itself appeared to be a slightly smaller New York style, thin bread that grows bigger into a decent crust to chew on. The bread did not have much flavor; it seemed, instead, just to be an edible place on which toppings go. The bottom of the pizza bread was overcooked, which gave the bottom too much of a crunch, but the inside was pretty tender. The central problem with the pizza, however, was not the bread but the grease. There was an overload of cheese that oozed with grease. Some bites predominately had the taste of grease rather than pizza ingredients. Between the grease and the honey mustard sauce the bread became soggy quickly. I’m not sure it would have held its form at all if it wasn’t for the solid overcooked bottom. Overall, the “Homer Simpson” mainly tasted like creamy grease along with some pizza flavor, but then again, what should we have expected ordering a pizza named after Homer Simpson. I have no doubt Homer Simpson would love this pizza.

The other style was the Clint Eastwood, which consisted in a barbeque sauce, Chicken, onion and cheddar. This was a much better pizza than the “Homer Simpson”. For one I actually tasted the ingredients, and, on top of that, the flavors complemented each other. The barbeque sauce and the onions went together like a miser and his money. Besides the faults of excessive grease and the pizza bread that I mentioned above, I thought the Clint Eastwood was pretty tasty and had potential to be a great barbeque pizza. The Clint Eastwood also went well with the beer special of the day, a summer port ale that is produced, I believe, by Stone Brewery. The piney bite of the pale ale paired well with the onions and the barbeque sauce.

Maybe the girl who rang us up thought we were nice or maybe she just wasn’t paying attention, but she charged us less than the menu demanded. Both the Simpson and the Clint Eastwood where only sold as whole pies and were a dollar more than the other specialty pies. We got a single pie split into the Homer Simpson and Clint Eastwood, and the girl charged us $18. Our beers were on special and ran $3.50 a piece. Nader and I walked out having drank good beer, eaten decent pizza and leaving with extra pizza in our hands for under 15 bucks each.

A Baker's Quest for Great Pizza

I recently began my search for the best pizza in San Diego a few months ago in July and decided to record my investigations in a blog (The San Diego Pizza Investigation). I picked up the Thursday Food section of The Union Tribune and, to my delight, they were running an article on Pizza. They mentioned that baker and author of the successful book The Baker's Apprentice, Peter Reinhart, recently came out with a new book called American Pie: My Search for the Perfect Pizza. When I read that, I knew if I was to be a self respecting pizza investigator, then I had to read about Reinhart's search. I hoped it would aid in my pizza search, and I was not mistaken. American Pie is a great story about a man's search, not just around America, but around the world finding what it takes to make a great pie, and it also provides indispensable information for any person concerned about pizza making, pizza ingredients and a healthy fix of pizza history.

Reinhart is driven by a question: when he says that Pizzeria Bianca in Arizona is the best pizza he has ever tasted can he really be sure that there's nothing better? He begins his search in, where else, Italy. He moves along from Genoa to Rome to Naples and many places in between. From there he travels back to the States and searches New York, New Haven, San Francisco and Los Angeles. There are a variety of different styles of pizza and focaccia that he encounters, and he also recognizes some important generalizations about what it takes to make a great pizza.

I think the most profound observation in this book is when Reinhart reveals that what makes a great pizza is not the great ingredients or the fantastic oven; great pizza is made from dedicated pizzaiolis, pizza makers. This point, I thought, was profound considering it is one of the numerous metaphors found in cooking that reflects life in general. It may be necessary for the pizzaioli to be somewhat talented and have access to great ingredients, but these are not sufficient for creating wonderful pizza. The pizzaioli must be dedicated to his craft and sincerely care to make the best pizza posible. This drive alone, while being something that only comes from within a pizzaioli, is the seed to acquiring all the rest of the external necessities of a great pie. Throughout his search, Reinhart finds this truth to be evident regardless of geographic location or pizza style.

I appreciated how Reinhart organized the different styles of pizza. In Italy he distinguished between varieties of foccacia and noted the differences between the Roman style pizza, with it's almost cracker thin pizza bread, with that of the Nepoletana pizza of Naples, which is a little thicker but still light enough for a pizza to be a meal for one. The most useful distinction he makes is the 3 generations of Neo-Neopolitan pizza found in America. The first generation being the classic American pizza found in New York and New Haven. He calls the style in New Haven, Neo-Neopolitan, and the style in New York, simply enough, New York Style. Both styles, however would fit into the first generation. The second generation are the national pizza chains, like Pizza Hut, Domino's and Papa John's, that have become the most popular style. These pizzas, for better or worse, have developed into their own style. The third generation Neo-Neopolitan style in America is coined as California style. This style places emphasis on elaborate toppings. Reinhart gives Spago and California Pizza Kitchen the majority of credit or the development of this style. California style, however, is not without its critics. The more traditional pizza-lovers may may see the emphasis on toppings as missing the point to pizza: that pizza is essentially bread with a little something on top. These stylistic distinctions are not cut-and-dry. Reinhart himself seems to place New York Style pizza earlier in the book into the first generation and later in The Pizzas section place it in the second generation.

American Pie offers an interesting search around Italy and America for a great pizza, along with a helpful technical and linguistic introduction to dough making, cheeses, Italian pizza terminology and creating particular pizza styles. For each style, Reinhart offers some of his own recipes and recommendations for one's own variations. This book is a worthwhile read for anyone who loves all things pizza.