The carafe of chianti ($16) and plate of spongy-fresh and crisp-crusted Italian bread arrived almost as quickly as we gave our order. The Angelina's salad -- full of fresh greens, tomatoes, and lots of red onions which we carefully picked out (enough to cover a bread plate) arrived within minutes. Then waited and waited. And waited. We watched boxed pizzas and bags of other goodies speed past our table in the arms of those ubiquitous bike riding delivery men. But not the Margherita pizza we'd ordered ($18 for a full, $12 for a "personal" size). With a kind smile, our waitress explained, "Kitchen's backed up. Lots of deliveries tonight."
Fifty minutes later (the bread, and wine nearly gone, the salad totally finished) white dinner plates and a chrome pizza stand were set before us. Then, finally, VOILA!! (I don't know the Italian for that wonderful French expression for something wonderful suddenly appearing before you.) Our pizza smelled and looked heavenly: a checkerboard of buffalo mozzarella set in a field of orangey-red -- on a crisp, thin, yeasty crust. The tomato sauce tasted of late August -- full flavored with the richness of tomatoes just off the vine; not salty, not acidic. Perfect.
And there was enough in our "full" pie to bring home half for another meal.
For wine and salad and pizza, our bill came to $42.55.
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