New York Epic Food Adventurer's Club: Brooklyn Pizza Walk Accomplished

It would seem it is physically impossible for me to schedule a walk on a day that is not beautiful. Sunday, November 14, 2010 was one such beautiful day. There were 6 of us altogether, 6 adventurers, 6 rugged American individualists, and as planned we walked across the Williamsburg Bridge and ventured to two pizza places.

The first was Best Pizza, the name of which, the group concluded, is likely an ironic nod to many establishments across this fine country of ours that use the same or similar titles in an earnest way. Upon arriving and entering this Best Pizza, rather loud hip-hop music blasted from the speakers, featuring talented musicians such as 50 Cent. One member of our group regaled us with a tale in which is mom went up to this 50 Cent and said something like: "nice to meet you Mr. Cent, how do you do it?" I am still working to corroborate this story. Anyway, the pizza I rather enjoyed. Most people in the group liked it, although there was one main dissenter who thought the crust was too burnt and the cheese and sauce too liquidy and sloppy. Legitimate concerns, to be sure, but I still felt it was a flavorful and worthwhile pie.

Next up was San Marco, which in many ways was a more interesting experience, due to the colorful characters who worked there (think old school Italian types, likely to be found in your favorite mafia films). However, mafia credentials aside, the pizza is the thing, and in my opinion the pizza at San Marco was not interesting or even particularly good. We had the sicilian, and it was totally edible but not much more. At the end of our meal, we were thoroughly reprimanded by an employee for not being able to finish the pie we ordered (um, sir, we just ate pizza and, um, your pizza kind of sucks). Ok, it doesn't suck, but it sure wasn't that good.

Anyway, a good time seemed to be had by all. We discussed the Facebook/Google rivalry, the use of public spaces, and George Washington. In fact, the group was treated to a long-winded re-telling of a dream I had several years ago in which our Founding Father made a guest appearance. By the time I finished talking about my dream all but one person (myself) had left, but I still think it was a success.

Yes, there is all sorts of adventure with the New York Epic Food Adventurer's Club, even the metaphysical/surreal kind.