Lost and Found

Has anyone lost part of his or her copper scouring pad or know someone who has? You know, the metal sponge that is used to clean pots and pans?

If so, please contact us. We have found part of your copper scouring pad.

Last Friday.

In our pizza.

From the Upper Crust.

It is Kelly's lot in life to find mysterious items in her food. It happens so often that she actually reflects on whether or not she should continue to eat the food once she has found something odd in it. Gross?

One time, at an unmentionable BYO italian restaurant in Philadelphia, Kelly found a penny in her gnocchi. Reflecting. Pennies are currency. Reflecting. Currencies touch many people's hands. Reflecting. Hands touch lots of gross things and carry gross bacteria. Reflecting. Not going to continue to eat gnocchi. Then her loud friend, made louder by the previously mentioned BYO aspect of the restaurant, called the waiter over and made a big stink. And she got her meal for free.

Given the frequency with which this happens to Kelly, not wanting to make a big stink is why the reflecting has to occur.

And reflect as she did about her find in the pizza from the Upper Crust, she decided not to finish the slice. But of course, it was pretty good pizza: Upper Crust's tomato, mozzarella, and basil. And there was good company: her parents and her lovely husband Shaan. And there was a nice atmosphere: their kitchen table. So she took a different slice. After inspecting it with a few scientific tests, it was consumed with enjoyment and satisfaction.

As for the scouring pad, please claim it. It is here waiting for you.

Move Over Upper Crust

Move over, Upper Crust! Step aside, Pizzeria Regina! Among the best "zza" in the Boston area can be found in Roslindale at Cafe Rialto. It was over a week ago that we tasted the masterpiece, and since then we have been dreaming about it and telling all our friends. It's really quite amazing. The ingredients are great and the ratio is perfect. Best of all, it can be enjoyed with friends over trivia on Thursday nights. It's our new Thursday night tradition.

So, your inference is correct: this pizza was had on Thursday, not Friday. You may cry out, "Sacrilege!" But before you do, understand that there is no rule about having pizza ONLY on Fridays; the rule is only that it MUST be had on Fridays. Following this rule, we can eat pizza every day if we wish. Truthfully, we have gone quite a few days in a row-- but rarely have we missed a Friday.

The day after we tasted this little bit of heaven at Cafe Rialto, we feared that one of these rare occasions may have been upon us. Our good friends Jen and Dave were getting married and their rehearsal dinner was on Friday night. We resigned ourselves to having an enjoyable night celebrating our friends sans pizza--and that we did. The rehearsing, the slideshow, the toasts, the company, and the Italian food (... not pizza) were all very enjoyable. Of course something felt missing, and we knew that something was our dear friend Friday Night Zza. After the party was the afterparty at the hotel bar. And the wonderful celebration day was complete when Jen's Uncle Tim pulled through with delivery at quarter to 12. What goes better with cheap beer?

Fears put to rest: Tradition Accomplished.