Friday, May 30, 2008

El Greco, 2nd & Jefferson, Phila.

El Greco is a neighborhood shop, and it's just a few blocks from my workshop. I stop by every once in a while, and it's an experience.

Today, as usual, there were a bunch of people inside. Three behind the small (but tall) counter, a driver or two outside, and three or four customers in the long, narrow area inside. I order two slices, which are put in a box. (A bit of a downer for me - what, they don't want me eating in front of the shop? Put it on a plate, please...) I go outside and stand by my bike and eat them - warm, gooey, and very sweet. The cheese is thick and chewy, the crust is soft and light, and the sauce is sugary and squirmy.

The slices are floppy - they fold, and don't crease - and drip red-orange oil as I squeeze the fluffy crust to keep the whole package together. The first bite requires me to hold the crust side above the rest of the slice, so that it doesn't unfold and go limp. Eating the slices produces a texture that resembles, almost, mollusks. As I stand there eating, I observe the scene. A tall, gaunt man sits on the stoop, then stands and mills around the storefront, smoking a cigarette. Three customers who came out of the shop just as I was entering sit on a stoop next door eating their slices and talking. The traffic on 2nd St. whizzes by, passing the small community at Jefferson - the slice shop, an auto tag store and a barbershop.

I like El Greco in a way. It's not exactly gourmet, but talking about the quality of the food misses the point of the business. It isn't quality - some might go so far to argue that it's hardly pizza. Either way, it's food, it's part of a neighborhood. And sometimes that's all you need.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Rustica, 2nd and Poplar Philadelphia

After I first went to Rustica, I returned almost every day for about two weeks. Part of that, now, is that I was working about a 5 minute bike ride away - but on that ride I passed two other pizza places, so it wasn't just about proximity. I think Rustica is top notch, and I look forward to going there every time.

Rustica offers a bunch of different specialty pies (which you can buy slices of at the counter), and interesting ones. I especially like the 4 Gusti (red pie with mushrooms, artichokes, proscuitto and black olives), Old Smokey (a salty red pie with pancetta, smoked mozzarella and oregano), The Mighty Brussel (white pie with roasted brussel sprouts and caramelized onions) and the Bisteca del Tartufo (a white pie with truffled steak and caramelized onions). They also regularly make Sicilian pies, which are delicious and somewhat of a rare treat.

All of their pies, though, are cooked in their wonderfully hot oven for a delightfully crispy crust and slightly browned toppings, which I love. They also proudly advertise their use of imported Italian meats & cheeses from Claudio's in the Italian Market, which I'm down with.

I often find myself putting on rain gear just to bike down to Rustica for lunch. They're always friendly to me and are usually playing some jovial, relaxing Mexican music. I love it.

I've said too much, and yet too little. Oh well. Here are a few pictures.

Beautiful.