…or a pizza joint.
There hasn’t been much cooking going on around here these days. For those in the DC area, you know why- it’s hot. Too hot for June. Last night we couldn’t stand the kitchen and got out to a new local pizza joint, Pacci’s, for dinner.
Verdict- we liked it. We had the Bruschetta Napoletana to start and a white pizza with sausage, roasted red peppers, and cheese (sorry, we didn’t write down the name), and washed it all down with a fruity glass of montepulicano. And at about $20 a person, it’s worth going back to- probably more than our waistlines would like.
Back to the two Italians. As we were about to leave, two men in tight shirts, tight pants, and white leather shoes (yup) saddle up to the bar, order two Peronis, and greet the chef in Italian. If it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for us!
