week 23: fornino
i tried.
i really tried
to stay in that hot williamsburg bar
packed like a sardine
{a sweaty sardine}
standing on my tippy toes
to get a glimpse of the u.s. vs england world cup game...
but in the end
it was that empty, air-conditioned, talked-about pizza bar
that won the rights to my saturday afternoon.
{also, do you know how frustrating it is to start cheering for the team that just scored because half of the bar is cheering--only to find out that you are indeed cheering for the wrong team?}
anyways,
it's fact that probably one of the best times to get into a restaurant that you've been wanting to try but that you haven't wanted to wait for is during some huge sports event.
which is reason why the italian gentlemen in the corner and the sad looking williamsburger waitresses were the only other people in the restaurant.
{as roars explode from the watering hole across bedford...}
i sat in comfort as i perused the menu.
too big and mushroom-filled.
so i got the margherita classica
{see blackberry picture above}
and,
ok,
not that it didn't suck,
but i mean,
the last three pizzas in new york that i ate were from
and kesté.
{snob snob, i am a snob}
don't pounce on me
-the flavors were gorgeous-
fresh basil grown in their garden
strong badass tomato sauce
and mozzarella that,while it did have the tendency to slide off all in one bite,was pretty darn good.
my beef was with the crust.
that, too, had a beautiful taste
but the texture just could not compete for its life with the other neapolitan pies in this citayy.
i appreciated the burnt-ness on the bottom,
but the dryness?
no no.
either way,
i'm glad i discovered a new trick for getting into otherwise crowded restaurants:
talking about,
momofuku during the world series,
locanda verde during the super bowl?
...29 to go, sillies!
fornino is on bedford and north 7th in williamsburg, brooklyn