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Cattitude and I had pizza tonight, delivered by a new-to-us pizzeria, Pino's in Cleveland Circle.
I picked up a slice of pizza, folded it in half, took a bite, said that it was good, and added "this is the pizza of my people": tomato sauce, mozzarella, toppings (bacon and roast red peppers), on a (flour) crust thin enough to fold.
The sauce was a little too sweet, but we'll probably order from them again, the next time Cattitude and I want pizza and Adrian isn't home.
(It wasn't as good as the best New Haven pizza, but that's a high standard.)
I picked up a slice of pizza, folded it in half, took a bite, said that it was good, and added "this is the pizza of my people": tomato sauce, mozzarella, toppings (bacon and roast red peppers), on a (flour) crust thin enough to fold.
The sauce was a little too sweet, but we'll probably order from them again, the next time Cattitude and I want pizza and Adrian isn't home.
(It wasn't as good as the best New Haven pizza, but that's a high standard.)