Memories of pizza

Pizza - courtesy of Sebastian MaryMario’s served my favorite pizza. High school was a long time ago, but that restaurant in Lexington, Massachusetts still lingers in my memory. Their thin crust had a light dusting of flour. The tomato sauce was the perfect blend of spicy and sweet. The cheese must have been real mozzarella. I am not sure if I ever met Mario — he may have even been Greek.  But the large Italian population of Boston definitely had their influence on that venue’s offerings.

What restaurant stands out in your memory?

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8 Replies to “Memories of pizza”

  1. Isn’t that funny — my memory is a pizza place, too. Giuseppi’s in Glendale, CA was our favorite growing up. I’m not even sure I remember their pizza, except that we all loved it, but I loved their salad, too. That’s how I learned to love pepperoncini!

    Recently there is a new chain growing in southern Cal called Pie-ology Pizzeria. It’s basically Chipotle with pizza. I tried it just the other day with my brother and sister-in-law, and while we agree the pizza is good, we weren’t sure it was worth standing in line for 40 minutes just to place our order! Maybe once the novelty wears off, the lines won’t be quite so long and I’ll be willing to go more often. But if one opens in your area, it’s worth trying!

    1. Deb — sounds like good memories.

      We have a fast pizza place here called Live Basil. It’s OK. I will keep my eyes open for a Pie-ology here!

    1. Bill — I also have fond memories of Shakey’s. We actually went to one in Southern CA in May. It was good but of course did not measure up to my memories.

  2. I never went to Shakey’s but I remember their jingle from sixth grade in KC: “We serve fun at Shakey’s (also pizza).”

    Pizza was rare in Medellín in the 1960s and 1970s. I had one in 1979 that was horrible; I asked for bacon, and they put it on and baked it without frying it first.

    There was a wonderful Italian place where I had my first lasagna in high school. I think it was called “Napolitana”. It was in a wedge-shaped building downtown, on the second floor.

    1. Tim, you illustrate how the world has changed — the variety of “eating out” experiences has increased worldwide — a lot — during the last several years.

  3. I went to a fantastic Italian restaurant in Boston. I was too young to remember the name. But it was on a delightful street corner in the city. I ordered spaghetti and was served a plate of noodles with two giant meatballs. Probably the most authentic Italian food I’ve ever had.

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