The last post I made was in July and I stated how hot it was, and here it is November and the weather is cold, cold, cold. Wool sweater time, indeed. I also stated hos I am a bad blogger for not updating and obviously I then forgot to remember to update for 4 months. Silly rabbit, blogging is for people with...more time on their hands?
Tonight I am goingt o return to Apizza Scholls, which you should have heard of by now, as it is hailed as one of "the" pizza joints in the fair city of roses. I think I have only successfully dined here one time, as it was either packed or they had run out of dough on previous attempts. Anyhow it has been years since I've been back, only due to it being in upper SE (usepo?), and my infamous redheaded impatience. In other words, I don't like to wait for things, but you know what they say...good things come to those who wait. The only pizza I've ate as of late has been from Pizza A Go Go, which is all fine and good but it isn't that fantastic, and I want to prove this point to my feller. Or rather, I want to share with him my knowledge of where the really good food places(aka restaurants ) are. Also, I tend to prefer to just make pizza vs. spending $20+ on it, but let's be honest, pizza done right in a wood stove or just any really really hot oven intended for making pizza is better than what I am going to achieve in my kitchen.
Today all I have ingested so far had been 2 double americanos and one ham and cheese croissant, the first espresso and croissant came from Ristetto Roasters, the north location, and it was lovely of course,as per usual. However I will say that riding to PSU whilst drinking your coffee on your cross bike is not altogether an enjoyable experience at 9:30 am. Waiting for class to end to eat your croissant is also not the best. But it tasted good.
On Sunday I went to breakfast with the man over on 30th and Killingsworth at Fats, a british inspired pub/eatery. I ordered the eggs benedict that was served not on an English muffin but rather a piece of como bread. I was a bit incredulous about this fact, but it wound up being good so I couldn't be too upset about it. It was a bit tough to cut as I was served merely a butter knife and not anything with a sharp edge but other than that, the one blonde hair I found right off the bat, and the fact that my water was never refilled I felt fine with my breakfast. My dining partner seemed to enjoy his scones and gravy but the coffee was horrible which he confided to me when we were free from the confines of the pub, which I had suspected from the look of it. The bathroom was smelly and not very clean looking as well, surely meant to be like an actual English pub wc, but frankly it was kind of creepy. The kind of space you can easily picture one shooting up in, having tawdry bar sex in, or just pissing on the floor and walking away. It was small, had an overflowing wastebasket(we were the first customers when they opened at 10 am)and as mentioned didn't smell so fresh.
Despite all of that I would go back some day for more brekky, or maybe just a beer, but not necessarily anytime soon as there are many more eateries I want to check out.