The Good Pie

Last week, Kim saw that the Good Pie was donating 50% of their sales to Haiti and wanted to know if we were interested in having some pizza for dinner. Bob and I were all over that. Donating money for Haiti relief and trying out new restaurant? Two birds. One stone. Done.

When checking out the website, don’t be fooled by the photo of the beautiful stone stove on the front. This is NOT a fancy place. With the exposed brick walls, high exposed steel beams and various old bicycles adorning the walls, it had more of a intimate, divey bar than a fancy pizzeria. Because we were there to donate money, we all ordered a salad to start off and then each had our own pizza. I had the Chopped Salad, which had salami and topped with a creamy Italian dressing. A simple salad but delicious. Then I ordered the Pizza of the Day, which had pancetta, pecorino and rosemary. I was a bit taken aback by how thin the pizza was, calling it flatbread pizza would definitely be good way to describe it. Each pizza that came out was unique, none were a perfect circle, giving the pizza a rustic feel to it. I liked it. And you could tell it was cooked in a wood-burning oven, some parts were a bit charred and there was that smokey flavor in the crust. It took me until I finished the pizza to finally pinpoint what the crust tasted like: naan. If you love naan, then you will absolutely enjoy this place.

Since this is down by the SLU, it’s a bit of a jaunt from the County, but I would say, the next time you’re in the area, you should drop by there to check it out. Good, simple food. (And, if it’s too crowded, since it is a small place, you can always run over to Pappy’s instead.)

Rooster, The Restaurant

Bob and I had the opportunity to check out Rooster down in the city for lunch on Sunday. We don’t really ever venture downtown to eat, not because there aren’t any good restaurants (because there are quite a few I want to try), because we are super-lazy. When it was suggested, we jumped at the chance.

This is by no means a big restaurant, when we got there around 12:30, there was still at 20 minute wait. I have to say, it was worth it. It’s a colorful, small restaurant, with bits of fun decor all around. I ordered the chai latte which was excellent. They serve the coffee in clear mugs which is clever so the wait staff can see if you need a coffee refill. Because I was in a breakfast mood, I ordered the Breakfast Burrito crepe. I really enjoyed the fresh “salsa” on top of the crepe. (In actuality, it was more like chopped tomatoes and onions, rather than salsa. It did have the salsa flavoring, though.) The crepe was good, nothing spectacular with the flavor combinations, it was a straightforward breakfast in a crepe. I was a bit disappointed with the potatoes, they were a bit overcooked so it had a burnt taste to them. Now, Bob had ordered the MO Made German Style Sausage #2 and he loved it. The apples and apple cider with the sausages. Fantastic. There are some other crepes that looked yummy so I’ll be coming back to try something different, maybe a sweet crepe next time.

This will definitely be a place I will have to take the girls to, so we can sit, eat crepes and go shopping but I’ll definitely wait until it warms up a bit.

Hello, Gus-Gus


Please say hello to Gus-Gus, Krissy and Kenny’s “brother” (Kenny’s mom’s dog). He may be only 9 pounds of cuteness but he can keep up with the best of them. Kuma didn’t really know what to think about him when he first came over but soon warmed up to him enough to not trample him when they played together. That’s got to be something when Kuma realizes that she has to be careful with a dog that small, it’s not a moving squeaky toy for her to step/chomp on.

The Man Who Could Only Smirk

These kids today with their Five Hour Energy and their smirking pitchmen.

Smirker

I remember in my day, if we needed a pick me up, we had to get by with Mountain Dew.

At least Mountain Dew branded itself as EXTREME.

You pound a Mountain Dew and you were ready to jump off the side of a frigging mountain wearing skis and day-glo nylon ski suits.

If you wanted to get really amped up, you’d grab a Jolt. They sold it in glass bottles and it had a lightning bolt on it.

A LIGHTNING BOLT! That’s how you know know it was serious.

But what does a person who takes Five Hour Energy aspire to?

Being the smarmy office know-it-all who goes around raising his eyebrows and thumbing at their laconic cubicle-mates?

Really? What, are you going to out-grin these people with all your energy?

REALLY?!?

You need to take an energy drink so you can be a better drone?

Give me a fucking break.

And remember kids: “No crash” means no sugar crash.

Now get off my lawn!

What a Way to Kick off the New Year

This is exactly what I wanted for the beginning of 2010: bitterly, bitterly cold weather, followed by a possible 6-8 inches of snow. And it’s only Wednesday. Wonderful. I’m definitely not looking forward to driving in this tomorrow morning, I guess that means I’ll be hitching a ride with the hubby in his newly fixed SUV (in which we had to fork over $400 to fix this week). Fun times. I’m totally jealous of the people who will be having a snow day. Boo on you.