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| - Hype is a bitch.
Most of the time, its existence compels me to stay far away until the dust has settled, until I have a chance to judge the thing in question from as pure and unbiased a position as possible.
I have allowed all talk of this hallowed pizzeria on the incomparable Ossington strip to fade quietly into the background for a couple of years now. One of my dearest friends recently tried it for the first time and she swore I had to try it, that I had never had anything like it.
Her response being so genuine and enthusiastic, it became quite contagious.
The night we tried, we (of course) could not get a table, and went across the street "for a drink" while my cellphone sat at the corner of our table in dizzy anticipation.
Drinks turned into burgers and I finally got a call 2.5 hours later (they said it would be 40 minutes to an hour), while back at home, and in my pajamas: "we have a spot at the bar that just opened up if you're still interested." Hmm. That's gotta be some damn good pizza!
Cut to a few months later and I end up there on a whim with a different group. Excitement does not even begin to cover it. I cannot believe how lucky we are to even be sitting here! the dipping oil for the bread is unlike any other! the bread is so soft and fresh, the coca cola...a little watery and almost flat. Fitting punishment I guess, for those of us too cheap to order wine in stylish stemless glasses.
And then...as my sister said: "I could see the disappointment in your eyes when it got to the table." But that's not the extent of it, because I would never judge food based on looks alone. I was expecting the arugula to be sauteed or something, not just dumped on there BUT THAT WASN'T MY PROBLEM. Am I too critical? Is there something wrong with ME because I thought the menu could use a little variety (almost non-existent non-meat /non-pork options), and while quite tasty, the crust was slightly soggy and maybe a touch too burnt? That my prosciutto-laden pie was a little too salty? That my sister's duck confit and pear was sorely lacking in pear? That just because something is kinda different and more "authentic" than the other varieties it's competing with, that doesn't give it an automatic "genius" pass??
I liked it, I really did. But I want you to know that I really wanted to love it. Life-changingly and all that jazz.
F- you, hype. Way to mess with a perfectly pleasant pizza-eating experience.
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