I remember when Pizzeria Mozza first opened, just a year after Abe and I moved to Los Angeles. The Gods (Mario Batali, Nancy Silverton, Joe Bastianich) had answered my prayers to appease my husband, still grumbling about how much better life (and pizza and bagels) was in NYC. Somehow, we snagged an impossible reservation, fell in love, but never returned again – due to its crazy popularity.
Since starting the blog, I’ve ordered Mozza to Go several times, but last night was the first time since 2007 that we actually ate there. I was shocked that, even at 5:15pm, it was still as crazy as it had been 7 years ago.
I’m wearing a skintight dress most of today, so I did not partake of breadsticks (which make me bloat).
But I did bite the bubble off of Abe’s crust. He said it was even better than when they first opened.
How epic does Susan Orlean’s pie look?!?
I ordered Nancy’s Chopped – a pile of veggies and salami…
…sans cheese (also makes me puff).
Skipped out on their famous Butterscotch Budino but lived vicariously via Susan/her husband John. When I can have a food baby I’ll come back to eat at Osteria Mozza next door – which has been on our bucket list for far too long.