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| - One of the benefits of having a kid who's in the midst of growing from a tyke to a tween is that he's always hungry for pizza. My nine year old's eyes light up when we tell him that dinner tonight will be at Dewey's. Before you sit down, you can see your dough being stretched by some of the younger employees. They take it upon themselves to get the kids who've flocked to the large window into the action by throwing flour at them. Invariably, three quarters of the kids will flinch and laugh, daring him to do it again.
When it's time to eat, our son knows exactly what he wants; his half of our seventeen inch pie is and will forever be the X-Pepperoni, and I'm thankful for it. It's so simple, with just a touch of heat from the pepperoni that's definitely not the pre-packaged, non-refridgerated stuff from a grocery store. This is the good stuff. The crust, for those crustophiles out there, is both thin and chewy, neither too thick or too cracker-like, a perfect mix for those that like it both ways.
That leaves the wife and I to decide what our half of the pizza should be. The best part of Dewey's is that if we decide we want our half white, we don't have to compromise. They'll do half white, half red, no problem. And the white pizza is fantastic. Slightly garlicky tang from the olive oil make it perfectly crispy. make it a perfect entree for one of their salads. The salads are always perfectly dressed, even for a dressing hound. Our favorite topping is either the Bronx Bomber, their version of a "Supreme" or the Southwest BBQ Chicken.
For the beer selection, I enjoy that they tout craft beers, without craft beer meaning "we carry Sam Adams and Dortmunder", and that's it. Their stock rotates often and is very seasonal, as well as a few constant beers on tap.
My one gripe about the experience is the "server by committee" method they use to keep your glasses full and your time in the restaurant a good one. Folks, I'll say this: Keep your glasses out of view if they get below half full, and you're having a good conversation. You'll be hounded by four or five servers, asking you if you'd like another. It's not a bad thing, I'd just prefer to have a single server, rather than the entire restaurant at my beck and call.
We've been to Dewey's at least ten times, and we'll probably go ten more (this year).
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