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Pizza Olympics

24 Jul

Finally, an Olympic sport I can participate in. Sponsored by the South Philly Review and held at the Penns Landing Caterers, the 6th Annual Pizza Olympics drew a huge and hungry crowd.


More than 10 local pizza parlors were represented in this amazing pizza party. For the ticket price of $15 a hungry pizza eater had the pleasure of enjoying slices from every one of them.

Let the eating begin…

The pleasant lads of Powelton Pizza, from whom I received my first slice.


Each parlor had their own twist-from Mexican to Greek, square or round, thick or thin crust. There was even a macaroni and cheese crust from the friendly folks at Flat Iron.


My favorite was the pizza from J&J’s of South Philly. This was authentic pizza. No gimmicks just great. And the wonderful staff made sure my pizza needs were met. I just had to look at a slice and it was mine.


What more could a girl want?

I went from stall to stall, desperately trying to try them all, although by the end it was approaching impossible to even look at another slice. Well, maybe not. There is something inherently attractive about a slice of pizza. But my stomach refused what my eyes craved. Others were able to go the distance…


At the end you could fill out the ballot for your favorites in several categories including crust, sauce, creative topping and overall best. I tried to be honest but my heart was won over by J&J’s. I filled them in for more than one category. If that was wrong, I didn’t care.

In the end, there are no losers at the Pizza Olympics. Just so much pizza, you have to dance (if you’re not too full)


Check out the South Philly Review site for more info…



Insane in the Pizza Brain

8 Sep

Pizza Brain opened last night in the Fishtown area of Philadelphia in an amazing, off beat style.  The nation’s first pizza museum (and pizzeria) celebrated in a fun loving style and the crowd ate it up.

(If music be the love of food, play on!!!)

Amidst the throng of eager pizza lovers was a giant, green alien, a huge walking slice of pizza, a belly dancer, an accordian player, a juggler and a balloon twister (I’m sure there’s another name for people who make things out of balloons).

People rode mad looking bicycles. A Pizza Brain staff member (Pizza Brainiac?) did a dance on top of a van to the shouts and whistles of the crowd. Not so pleased was the driver of the SEPTA bus behind, but how many times have we waited for buses? Let the bus wait for us for a change! Keep on dancing!

(Down in front big green alien!!!)

It took almost two hours to make it from the back of the line to the front. But the time flew by. And I made a new friend. A very delicious friend.

And I had a chance to meet one of the owners, Michael Carter. A warm, smiling man, he had spent many years travelling but was glad to be back in his hometown of Philadelphia. He spoke of his desire to give something back to the city he loves by opening his museum/pizzeria in an area that’s starting to see real change and renewal. I asked him, with all the pizza he had eaten in all the different countries he had been to, what was his favorite. He replied it was the simple Margharita. But, he added, he also likes pepperoni.

Patrons of Pizza Brain will find Michael Carter’s two favorites as well as a wide variety of artisan pizzas. I had a slice of the “Lucy Waggle”, a white pie with pine nuts, thyme, dates and crisped prosciutto. Yum!!!!

As you can see, I needed to take a bite before I could even take a picture.

It was a delicious ending to an extremely enjoyable evening.

You can see their full menu on their website…


Diary of a Pizza Goddess

10 Jul

This summer I will be playing the part of Pizza Goddess at an undisclosed location. You are probably wondering what a Pizza Goddess does. Well, for one thing, there are many pizza goddesses across this great land; lovely ladies standing, smiling behind the counter of your local pizza joint. They take your long-winded, crazy-assed orders without complaint and get it right most of the time. But my job is a little different. I’m serving pizza at the snack bar of my local pool. Throngs of soggy children with their damp dollar bills flock to my snack bar window. The majority are pre-teen boys desperate to spend every last cent on pizza, candy and soda. They race up to the snack bar, their damp hair spiked out after a vigorous towel dry and their pasty legs poking out of their knee-length swim trunks. There are also some girls, shy little things shivering in their huge multi-colored beach towels, dithering for long minutes over what to order. And, less often, there are teenage girls, draped languidly on the benches, washing their french fries down while drinking Diet Coke. These teenage girls seem to be waiting so very patiently for something that never seems to show up. Probably teenage boys. The very few teenage boys I have seen are not to these girls liking; they are skinny, geeky boys who wear their glasses in the pool and talk about Dr Who. The only male worth their notice is the lifeguard, let’s call him Apollo. His tall, tanned, muscular presence is godlike to the swimming minions. And it is usually onto one of his minions that Apollo will bestow the privilege of ordering his cheeseburger combo.

You must be wondering if, as pizza goddess, do I get tired of pizza. And the answer is, “Are you crazy?” But yet, spending hours at a time with so many tasty ingredients at my disposal, it’s hard not to experiment. French fries come at the top of my experimentation list. They’re so versatile. The snack bar’s rather charismatic chef, let’s call him Johnny Wolf (there’ll be more about the name in the future) created for me this charming little sandwich…French fries, mayo and melted cheese topped with pickles. Basic, kinda quirky, hugely satisfying and the foundation for greater culinary exploration.

to be continued…