I got a flyer in the mail for a pizza joint in town. I’d never heard of it before, so I guess they’re new. The name of the place is what caught my eye first.
Yankee Pie Apizza.
This is Georgia; all things yankee don’t always go over well. Georgia still hasn’t really gotten over Sherman’s March to the Sea.
Anyway, this place specializes in “New Haven Style” pizza. I looked at the pizza photo on the flyer and joked, “New Haven style” must mean burned.” The pizza was burned. The edges of the pepperoni were burned. The crust was burned. Not the image I’d have chosen to advertise my food.
I was curious about their prices, too; since the flyer doesn’t list any. So I hit their web site. Where I found…
It’s not burnt.
It’s charred.
And it’s beautiful.
When I looked at their menu, all the pizzas were burned. Turns out that really is “New Haven Style.”
The shapes were odd, as well. They sort start out vaguely circular, really vaguely. Some are distinctly oblong, and it looks like the crust thickness is pretty variable. Ugliest pizzas I’ve seen that didn’t come out of a private home kitchen.
And the toppings… I won’t get into that except to ask, who the hell makes clam pizza?
Nah, I don’t think burned charred pizza from condescending yankees is going to go over well with anyone but the damnyankees in Osprey Cove.
Sounds like your county is getting all Yankee hipster and shit.
A proper trebuchet will let you launch them a skeet.
Just sayin’.