Flashback I

Well, now that exams are over, and I have a life once again, I can get to some unfortunately neglected but very cool things that have happened of late. Like Frank Pepe's. 

Frank Pepe's is "the best pizza in New Haven." It's REALLY famous, in the pizza world. It was featured in a pizza cookbook I got for my birthday years ago. But I had never been. So, when my mom was here for Easter (A full month ago, almost),  we had dinner there.

 

We walked down to Wooster Street, across State Street and the train tracks, the "Little Italy" of New Haven. As promised, the line was was out the door--and down the sidewalk. The man in line ahead of us was a retired Yale Med professor. He verified that it was, indeed, the best pizza in New Haven. 

Despite the line, we managed to get in in about 10 minutes. Over the kitchen hung a neon sign: "The Original Tomato Pie." They sat us in a big booth in the very back of the restaurant, by a window. The wall was lined with neatly framed photos of the original Frank Pepe. From the simple menu--they only do pizza--we ordered a tomato pie, half pepperoni and garlic (whole cloves!), half veggie. They served us water in small glasses, and left the pitcher on our table. They are all about efficiency. 

The pizza was brought out on a big metal tray, with two plates and a pile of napkins--necessary. It was good. Really good. 

But of course more than we could eat (The table next to us, four kids, demolished four--count 'em, four.) 

Was it better than Yale Farm pizza? Well... I'm inclined to say no, but it's apples and oranges, really. Definitely deserving of the fame, no doubt. And a great experience. The Pepe's experience.