As I continue to live between Illinois and Maryland, eating out is a frequent activity especially when I'm in MD. This is entirely to my taste even considering the calorie overload. I discovered Pizza CS the other day when using Google to look for lunch spots near my office. I really like this little place near Fuddruckers off Halpine and Rockville Pike. I've gone back 5 times now. It's a no-frills Neapolitan-style pizzeria that is quite excellent. The pies are suitably blistered, chewy, and soggy in the center. On a scale of my personal experience where Two Amys and Serafina Fabulous Pizza are at the top and Pizzeria Antica and Dragonfire Pizza are at the bottom (there are lots of other possible comparisons that I'm not mentioning including any of the standard Top 10 pizza places you find in glossy magazines), I'd say that Pizza CS is close to the upper end. The rear of the restaurant is less interesting, it's a bit dark and sometimes has noisy kids running around but it's no-frills and doesn't cater only to the wealthy people with plastic surgery who infest Two Amy's for example. Overall, excellent pizza, nice people, good value for money, and I'll keep going back.
Hanks Artisan Pizza in Portland Oregon is a winner btw.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Saturday, August 8, 2015
First Effort
The contents of this blog have some truth in them. Think of them as being semi-autobiographical with some fiction and anonymization thrown in for good measure. I split my time across a small town in the MidWest and the Metro-DC. There are pluses and minuses to both places. There's a spouse and a house in the MidWest (both excellent but the spouse has the edge) and an apartment in Metro-DC.
The other day, I ran into one what I think was one of the apartment residents drinking tequila in the parking garage and looking morosely out at the traffic. So I nodded politely and made some remark about the weather being reasonable for a change and got a lecture on life, why it sucked, and what it meant to be lonely. I said that I agreed entirely and tried to escape but was then interrogated as to my identity during which I was told that I must one of those foreign guys who were into computers and that my name couldn't be David. So I said that my name was David but she could call me Sanjay if she wanted. The rest, however, described me perfectly- boring, middle-aged, unadventurous, and into computers. This apparently struck a chord because I got a slightly tipsy smile and was asked what I did for fun. So I said that I never had fun- I was boring, middle-aged, foreign and into computers- remember? I got another tipsy smile and was told that I was OK after all. So I thanked the lady and said she was OK too but that I had to go and do something boring.
The other day, I ran into one what I think was one of the apartment residents drinking tequila in the parking garage and looking morosely out at the traffic. So I nodded politely and made some remark about the weather being reasonable for a change and got a lecture on life, why it sucked, and what it meant to be lonely. I said that I agreed entirely and tried to escape but was then interrogated as to my identity during which I was told that I must one of those foreign guys who were into computers and that my name couldn't be David. So I said that my name was David but she could call me Sanjay if she wanted. The rest, however, described me perfectly- boring, middle-aged, unadventurous, and into computers. This apparently struck a chord because I got a slightly tipsy smile and was asked what I did for fun. So I said that I never had fun- I was boring, middle-aged, foreign and into computers- remember? I got another tipsy smile and was told that I was OK after all. So I thanked the lady and said she was OK too but that I had to go and do something boring.
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