Lazy hazy day reading bread porn (Chad Robertson's "Tartine Bread") interrupted by my boyfriend getting hungry. We went to Pizza Brutta and I had a great opportunity to indulge in the real life versions of the *crusty* *fire-baked* *sweet* *tender* *airy* crust that I had spent all morning reading about and mentally cursing the San Franciscans who can so easily go to Tartine.
But not to worry because Pizza Brutta is there to give you Madisonites the closest we can get.
It's sooooo good! And so local! And so brick-oven-y!
And their homemade mozzarella is soooo much better than mine!
My favorite order: Pizza Diavola. But I would like to give a whoop-whoop for their lunchtime sandwiches as well.
They also have an ample supply of the Isthmus so you can get your crossword on while you pizza.