The Styrofoam Drone Makes Us a Pizza

Longtime internet compadre, fellow blogger and indie rock devotee, and now friend IRL, Zac Camagna of the Styrofoam Drone recently revealed to me that every Saturday, he returns home, to Garnet Valley, to work at a pizza shop. I was obviously interested in this, as I too return home, to nearby Chadds Ford, to do stuff like... yardwork and... sit in my room. There are plenty of pizza places I frequent 'round these parts but Zac's employer is just out of my usual reach. I actually have to cut through Delaware to get there. Zac works at Concord Pike Steak Shop which is one of the many pizza places I regularly drive past, needing to know if they have good pie.

Pizza Monarchies

The most important thing going on in Shippensburg right now for me is knowing which pizza shop is the king of this pizza monarchy. The two candidates: Pizza N’ Stuff and Pizza Man, and as of this afternoon we have a CLEAR winner.

For extra credit in our World History class we had to go visit a grave site in town of the first person who died in World War I from Shippensburg. It sucked. How awkward. Fortunately, the only pizza place left in town left to try, Pizza Man, was conveniently located right next to the graveyard. I actually didn’t realize how close to campus it actually was. My roommate, Matthew, and I were down to spend our last $5 there.

Spring Break Pizza Crusties

Hey, pizza-fans, what's up! I was in Virginia over my spring break visiting some friends and the entire time I was there I had that pizza itch. See, I try not to eat pizza while I'm in school for the most part, because I know that when I go home to my parents' I can end up eating all the pizza I want for free. So when spring break rolled around my pizza hunger was getting out of control.

I found myself in a distant land, where pizza seemed to be characterized by either Domino's or Little Ceasar's (two establishments I will not pay to eat at, but that's a whole different story). Turns out some kids I knew worked at this place called Grace's Place which supposedly had the "best pizza in town". Well, gee! I guess I should write a blog about it then.

I worked all day, cleaning Hillary's apartment for her while she was at work, building up the hunger for pizza like never before. Hillary finally got home from work where she met Stephen and I salivating for delicious, cheesy heaven. She was disappointed that we wanted pizza or something because she wanted to have something to look forward to after work the next day, but we couldn't wait another minute let alone twenty-four hours.

We rushed over to Grace's, which was getting ready to close at this point, and were greeted by our friend (who I shall leave unnamed), a most gracious host. She set us up with two pies that took us wayyyyy too long to decide on. Turns out this place had a deal where you could get two or three pies for cheaper, but only if you ordered them to go. What is the point of that? Were they trying to get customers out of the store or something? Ehh, we decided to eat there, despite the bullshit patron fee.

_{Stephen and Hillary hungry and waiting}

Franzone's: Beat the F***ing* Clock Deal

(*Unnecessary use of the f-word my own as Franzone's is for and by the family.)

Have you heard about this deal? Let me tell you about this deal! Wow, this deal. This deal is rad. Probably one of the most clever deals I've ever come across (if you know of a deal more clever let me know.)  OK so the fucking deal is this: every Monday, beginning at 5 P.M., Franzone's will sell you a large cheese pizza for the price of whatever time it is. For example, Mimi and I ordered our pizza at 5:50 and it was finished at 6:11. We paid $6.11 for our pizza. Not your average deal, amirite? Also, not your average pizza.

Brick's Big Mistake: Chapter 2

It was a warm summer evening so Brick manually rolled the windows down of his 1989 Buick LeSabre that his grandmother graciously left him after her death. The pizzas sat stacked in the passenger seat. Brick was feeling really cool so he put on his sunglasses even though the sun was almost completely set. He knew it could be dangerous but he didn't care.

Sticks and Stones

Personally, I can't think of anything better then Ryan Adams and pizza.

http://pitchfork.com/news/38128-ryan-adams-the-pizza-place/

http://sticksandstonesclayoven.com/home.htm

Menu...

http://sticksandstonesclayoven.com/menu.htm

Who wants to make the trip to Greensboro with me?

Brick's Big Mistake: Chapter 1

It was the first day of Brick's new job at What Pizza?, the coolest and most delicious local pizza joint. Brick had been eating at What Pizza? ever since he could remember. And ever since he could remember, Brick dreamed of working there as a pizza delivery man/boy. After school everyday he would study maps of his town and memorized every street name, every corner, every park, every pet shop, every auto-tag place, etc. Brick knew where everything was in that town! Now the day had come for his dream to come true. He could finally put all his knowledge to good use. Brick was officially an employee of What Pizza?.

The Point's lost sense of purpose

The west side of Olney Avenue seems to have been void of eating options for quite some time. They opened the first neighborhood grocery store in years, possibly decades, just this past summer. There are two Chinese restaurants, New China America and Asia America (Eastern North Pacific Ocean America closed down), which are perfectly suitable if you are either extremely intoxicated or have a staunch craving for deep-fried, low-grade meaty goodness, but not for much else. A Dunkin Donuts and the candy bar rack at Rite Aid aside, there have never been a whole lot of eating options outside the cafeterias at LaSalle.

The one thing that was perhaps most sorely missing was a good local pizza restaurant. As it turns out, I was not the only one who yearned for this void, perhaps the worst of all voids, to be filled.

This is Tacconelli's Pizzeria.

The reputation of Tacconelli's Pizzeria preceded our visit Saturday afternoon.  My dad's best friend Pat first told me about his favorite pie at least two years ago. "Get this: they have you reserve your dough in advance. They only make a certain amount every day, fire the oven when they open and cook pizza all evening as it cools." Sounded special. Sounded almost too good to be true. And for months it eluded me.

Antoon’s Pizza vs. Sorrento’s Pizza Roma

Weekend life in Oakland is defined by two sets of choices. One is either climbing up a huge hill to a party at a douchey fraternity that smells like a YMCA or trekking through South Oakland, hopefully finding a dilapidated house covered with piss and beer. The other choice is deciding where to get pizza afterwards: Antoon’s Pizza, or Sorrento’s Pizza Roma.

It doesn’t matter if you want pizza or not. If it is one AM on a Saturday and you are in Oakland, you are getting pizza, so you’d better damned well know what you’re dealing with. I’m just going to come out and say it before I start the review—I’m a Sorrento’s man through and through, but it’s worth mentioning the merits (and downsides) of both.