From the mini-bar:
|yes, 200 ml of vodka is $33|
My base of operations (facing the celebrity center for the Church of Scientology... the street was guarded by security with guns... on bicycles):
|Think the apartment complex in the Karate Kid, but nicer|
Also street traffic is now so bad they've instituted public blimps:
At least the pizza situation is under control.
First stop: Mozza
|Squash blossoms, tomato & burrata|
|Margherita with mozzarella, tomato & basil|
|Coach farm goat cheese, leeks, scallions, garlic & bacon|
|Abita! Root beer!|
|Blond, yet crisp.|
|Big and crunchy on the outside, soft and airy on the inside.|
- The tomato sauce on the Margherita was rich and piquant.
- An incredibly creamy burrata with a delicate flavor similar to egg whites.
- The puffy edge, which maybe appeared to be little much—almost showy—but turned out to be light and flavorful. I'd be happy to finish any slice with an edge as nice.
This is also one of the few instances were a blond crust was actually very good. It was crisp, but not crackery. And it held it's own against the weight and wetness of those burrata mounds. They also get some bonus points for being a fancy joint that also serves root beer.
Rating: five-and-a-half mulligans out of eight.
Further pizza adventures TK.