I know I've complained about the high/drunk food critic giving their disillusioned opinion about food, but if you can't be a hypocrite...then what's the point of having an opinion?
Yesterday was our work party where I ate little all day and then pounded four beers in a hour. Yes, I've still got it, but today I have drinker's remorse. We moved the party to a coworker's house and while commuting to the new party location, Steve commented," maybe drink water for the rest of the night?" I, of course, agreed, but couldn't resist keeping the drunkenness going and indulged in one more beer. Miss Lightweight did a number on herself and then decided some late night dining was in order.
We stopped at URBN Coal Fired Pizza; owned by a fellow New Havener. He has several places; one which used to be our favorite...duh...but slowly got bit by the San Diego critics' need for a thicker crust, more cheese, and less burnt bottom. Whatever!
So I sat my drunk ass down and waited to get my glutton on.
We were so tickled to see they had Foxon Park sodas. We weren't so tickled when we realized we paid $3.50 for that pint size soda.
The salad was delish....capresse meets panzanella...nothing wrong with that!!
The Gassosa soda was gassy and lemony and thirst quenchingly sweet!
The pizza....remember....for San Diego...hit the spot. My only complaint: not charred enough and a bit too salty. Someone went a little crazy with the Romano cheese.
It does sort of break my heart and makes me happy all at the same time. Let's face it..it's a New Haven eatery, not a unique San Diegan restaurant, but it was definitely worth eating there.
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