Nov
4
2006
In search of pizza perfect
Author:Brandon and I usually take mini-trips on each others birthdays. Last year, he chose to go to Nashville for, well, hell if I know. We like old old country but the new pop country regurgitation they try to pawn off as music leaves us cold.
On one of our nights down there, we got a hankering for pizza and googled local places. One place stood out; it was a pizza place with a mafia-type theme with pizza names like The Enforcer, One Last Kiss, and Sleepin’ with the Fishes. I mean, who can resist a crazy themed restaurant with a veggie pizza called The Informant, right?
We drove round and round looking for Mafioza’s Pizzeria, to no avail. As the hour drew past 9 p.m., we were both ready to eat at the Quickie Mart cafe when we happened along a crowded neon-lit strip near Vanderbilt University. There, beckoning like a pizza-pie shaped oasis in the desert of the eternally hungry lied Pizza Perfect.
Walking in to the dimly-lit, dingy style place, my expectations were low. This was a college hangout and dive, populated by kids in jeans and flipflops. The setting was near cafeteria style, with cheap plastic booths and a football game blaring on the TV.
We ordered the veggie pizza and to our surprise, bit into ecstacy on first bite. It truly did live up to its name. So much so that in deciding where to go this year for his birthday (election day, 11/07) Brandon decided he wanted to go back to Nashville for some more perfect pizza.
So, we head off this morning on a 4 and a half hour drive in search of perfect pizza. Happy birthday, baby.
