Drool. Seriously, this place is so good. The classic Pittsburgh pizza awesomeness of places like Mineo’s and Beto’s aside, there is just no better place to go for a pie and a pitcher than this off-the-beaten-path North Hills pizza dive. Their little crumbled pepperoni is like crack, they make the best white pizza I have ever eaten, and there is something about their crust… They also have pastas, sandwiches, and salads, but I wouldn’t know if they are any good because I can’t stop eating their pizza. Oh, and they have six-packs to go.
About that, though (and yes, this is a completely different topic, and if I were a smart blogger I’d save it for another post, but W.E.). I say this with great love in my heart, but PA needs to fix their alcohol sales laws. They’re insane. Out here you can buy beer in gas stations. By the single, cold can, as a matter of fact – they’re practically begging you to drink it on the way home. I’m not necessarily saying that’s better – drunk driving is a big problem in the frontier west – but the restrictions placed on beverage sales in Pennsylvania are nuts. I explain them to Texans as a party trick that never fails to get laughs and amazed gasps. As far as I have been able to ascertain, the last step forward taken by the Commonwealth was limited Sunday sales (my neighborhood beer distributor started selling on Sunday right before we moved). Yes, welcome to the 21st century, PA.
Anyway, Sir Pizza. It’s great. There’s a framed Sir Pizza box in the Trois-Rivières family kitchen, which we acquired while in PGH for my big job interview last spring – our flight out was cancelled by weather and we ended up stuck at the airport Hyatt for 2 extra nights after we had already turned in our rental car, so we rented another car just to drive to Ross Twp to get another pizza. Okay, maybe I’m the one who’s crazy, and the PLCB is sane.