Hey, have you figured out I like pizza yet? No, well, hey stupid, I like pizza, get with the facts. We went to a new pizza place in Brookline a long time ago (pre: "Eggs:"), called Otto's.
There were four of us there that evening, me, Heather, Lillian and David "Big Red" (you might know him as the pack of gum from previous blogs [he is not an actual pack of gum, I need to point that out. Lillian did not marry a pack of chewing gum, it's just his nickname, I would not allow a friend to marry an inanimate object]).
So, I was a little puzzled on what four people should order at a pizza restaurant. Each person buying a small pizza seemed inefficient. So, I suggested we get two large pizzas and also a small pizza, and this was agreed upon.
I knew we had to get one of their potato pizzas. It has mashed potatoes, scallions, and bacon on it. I told Heather that I wanted to get this potato pizza before we got there. So we sat down, and eventually the server came over and said:
"Can I take your beverage order?"
"Umh, yeah what beers do you have?"
This is the response from the server that I remember: "Well we have Circus Boy, Smuttynose IPA, Brooklyn Lager, blah blah blah hey Jeff how good is that Brooklyn going to taste, pretty good I imagine since it is one of your favorite tap beers blah blah blah." I ordered a Brooklyn, and so did the wife since she knows what's good for her.
As the server was walking away the wife startled me and yelled at the server, "Hey, can we order a large potato pizza while we think of the other pizzas. I'm hungry!" I was surprised but ultimately happy about my wife's actions since it meant pizza would be arriving sooner rather than later. Well, that's a lot of words, finally here's the fricking potato pizza photo:
That was a slice. I also took a picture of half of the pizza so here that is:
We also decided on a large pizza that had Spicy Pulled Pork, Scallions and Herb.
I had a bite of that one, then I said "Wooh! that's some spicy pizza!" I looked over at the pack of gum and Lillian, and they were both adding red pepper to their slices, saying "Umh, I guess it's slightly spicy."
I should mention that I picked out that pizza order too. The small pizza I left to the non-bloggers, they picked a pizza with: White Beans, Roasted Potatoes, Herb and Red Flake. We all came to a consensus that the two larges were the better pizzas. Heather, in fact, ate two slices of the small before she said "Hey, there's a bean in here! I thought we got a Margherita!" In conclusion, I am a professional blogger, so just let me pick the pizzas when you go to a pizza place.
