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In the Potomac Avenue Pizza Wars, there are but two combatants; Molly's and Campiti's. And they are at a stalemate.
When you get takeout from Campiti's, your pizza will come on a cardboard disc and will be placed in a paper bag. Be mindful of this. Fortunately, the pie survived the short trip home last night, and a crack, tidy pie it was. The crust was thin yet sturdy and gave the teeth a workout at the edges. A "saltine" cracker doesn't describe it at all, however. Nor did the pizza taste like a frozen Geno's abortion. C'mon. Do you people have fun writing these whiny, inaccurate reviews? The cheese was tangy, slippery like a Steve Vai axe solo, the pepperoni curled into small cups of meaty love, and the sauce acted as a masterly, pungent focal point. Campiti's makes a pizza that is just as excellent as Molly's, but at the same time is greatly dissimilar. Try them both and compare/contrast for yourselves. Hopefully, they'll both be around long enough to develop their own Mineo's/Aiello's-style rivalry.
The hoagie was merely adequate and skimped a bit on the meat.
After finally getting to try Campiti's, I am left with no regrets. I've been told that Campiti's has a cult surrounding it. Based on the pizza I had, I can clearly see why as each slice inculcated my taste buds like a psychoactive drug administered by a charismatic leader with penchant for soaring rhetoric. Fortunately, I am strong-willed and thus was able to resist falling into...its trance. Is it a magnificent pizza, the best ever made? No. Is it a very good one? Absolutely.
Bring on the mob of cloaked Campiti's disciples and their ceremonial daggers. *snikt* Bub.
P.S. The guy who waited on me was far from a jagoff. I know jagoffs, plenty of 'em. He is not among their ranks.
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