Proud As A Peacock

Peafowl
Indian subcontinent

One of the flock of now-wild peacock in Arcadia CA

One of the flock of now-wild peacock in Arcadia CA

Very few of the animal kingdom’s royalty flaunt their status in such resplendent pageantry as the peafowl – the male of the species is easily recognized promenading its flashy, iridescent, feathery finery in a mock display of pomp and circumstance. The female of the most common variety (the Indian, or blue peafowl) is rather dull in comparison to her gaudy mate, but both genders are held in such high esteem that the blue peafowl has been designated as the national bird of India (owing to its naturally-occurring range) and is protected under India’s Wildlife Act (killing one can land you in the birdcage from between three and seven years, with additional fines of up to 25,000 rupees). In addition to the peafowl’s status in Hindu culture, the bird has been regarded as guardian to royalty in Persia. Peafowl have historically been featured as banquet guests to the elite, but despite their regal designation have more often than not been included on the menu rather than the guest list.

In medieval England, the birds would be kept on estates and prepared for special occasions by removing the skin with the feathers intact; the bird would be roasted and then re-dressed in its plumage so that it would be presented at the table in full regalia prior to eating. In 1971, Iran’s Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi held a week-long celebration to commemorate the 2,500th anniversary of the founding of the Persian Empire by Cyrus the Great. The five hour-long blowout (regarded by Guinness Book of World Records as one of the most elaborate banquets ever held) featured 50 roasted and redressed peacocks stuffed with foie gras, and served with quail and a nut and truffle salad Musigny Conte de Vogué 1945. The bird is not as widely consumed in modern times, but due to their reputation as watchdogs (they emit a piercing scream when threatened) and outrageous display of color, they have been introduced as free-roaming livestock on estates world-wide.

Juicy roasted peacock, crispy on the outside

Juicy roasted peacock, crispy on the outside

As any visitor to the Los Angeles County Arboretum and Botanical Gardens in Arcadia, California will attest, the grounds and much of the surrounding neighborhood is swarming with a colony of now-feral peafowl that are the descendants of a modest flock of less than 50 purchased by Elias “Lucky” Baldwin in 1880. The birds were brought to the sprawling property known then as Rancho Santa Anita, with Baldwin being credited as one of the first to bring these magnificent birds to the United Stated. Baldwin’s daughter Anita began selling off the lands after his death in 1909, and eventually the County of Los Angeles purchased 11 acres in 1947 to establish the arboretum – it is impossible to walk the grounds or even drive through the surrounding neighborhoods without seeing or hearing the birds (the cafe at the Arboretum bears the name “The Peacock Cafe”, although the ostentatious poultry isn’t featured on the menu).  Another large colony exists in the Portuguese Bend area of Palos Verdes, California – the origin of the flock is disputed, having been attributed to a gift to Frank Vanderlip, either from “Lucky” Baldwin’s stock or from William Wrigley’s aviary on Catalina Island in the early 1920s. The city set free a certain number of peafowl in the early 1960s, with the birds becoming somewhat of a nuisance to where they are often referred to as “Palos Verde pigeons”; although the male’s elaborate train of tail feathers give the appearance that the bird is flightless, they spend considerable amount of time in trees and are quite capable of flight.

Chef Kyle Schutte's peafowl organ dish

Chef Kyle Schutte's peafowl organ dish

Peafowl as food is becoming a more commonplace occurrence world-wide, particularly in China – one company (Jiangxi Zong Technology) maintains the world’s largest stock of peafowl for breeding and consumption. Skinned or feathered, the sex can easily be determined by single spikes on the peacocks’ legs which are used for defense and to ward off rivals during mating. Because of modern health concerns, the birds are commercially available skinned or plucked (although there is a lucrative market for the feathers as well). The meat is exceptionally lean, and any cooking preparation should be preempted by brining for at least a day – thin layers of connective tissue in the meat can make the bird somewhat chewy. The flesh has a unique, mild taste, and aromatics are discouraged if you truly want to experience the true flavor of the peafowl. I’ve slow cooked and roasted whole birds sourced from ExoticMeatMarkets.com and have used the tongue, liver and heart as a mystery ingredient for Episode 2 of Kamikaze Kitchen and have enjoyed both preparations.

There is no reason to perpetuate the common misconception that peafowl are inedible – they are as delicious and nutritious as they are beautiful, and can be prepared using similar methods as with other large birds such as geese and turkey. Think of how regal you’ll feel sitting down to a sumptuous feast of peafowl served on a TV tray while watching NBC.

GALLERY: See images of peafowl Val has prepared and Chef Kyle Schutte creating a dish of hearts, liver and tongue for Kamikaze Kitchen

VIDEO: Watch Val make slow-cooked peacock with peacock “dirty” rice

Valentino Herrera of Trippy Food / Kamikaze Kitchen prepares peafowl from Trippy Food on Vimeo.

VIDEO: Watch Chef Kyle Schutte prepare a dish with peafowl organs for Episode 2 of Kamikaze Kitchen

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King of the Hill

Hilltop Steakhouse
Saugus, Massachusetts

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Hilltop's massive 68-foot tall cactus

Hilltop's massive 68-foot tall cactus

Some expanses of American highway were preordained as incubators for notable roadside attractions, such as Interstate 94 in North Dakota, legendary Route 66 and U.S. Route 1 north of Boston. The latter is a cluttered stretch of asphalt that for approximately 10 miles is festooned with more Americana kitsch than you can shake a giant thermometer at, including a prehistoric orange theropod who has been guarding a miniature golf course since 1958; a smaller-scale version of Pisa’s leaning tower; a dry-docked schooner that was formerly a restaurant but now houses a mall; a haunted former mental hospital; an ice cream parlor in a historic former shoe factory from the 18th century; and, a colossal tiki hut serving as a Polynesian restaurant. At one of the highest points of this retro ribbon of jocosity stands a behemoth that literally towers above the others – the mammoth saguaro cactus that casts its shadow over the rambling Hilltop Steakhouse.

Famed restaurateur Frank Giuffrida bought a nightclub appropriately named the Hilltop Lounge in 1961 and converted it into a steakhouse with a capacity of 125 people. Over the years it has been recognized as one of the one of the busiest and highest-grossing restaurants in the U.S., in part by keeping prices moderate but serving a high volume of diners (the restaurant estimates that to date they’ve served over 50 million meals). The statuesque succulent that marks the location was built of Fiberglas and miles of neon lighting in 1964 at the then astronomical cost of around $68,000; although various estimates put the cactus anywhere between 30 and 80 feet, the official measurement is a boast-worthy 68 feet tall. The sign is visible for miles, particularly at night when its radioactive green glow lights up the sky over Saugus, Massachusetts, but upkeep has proved an expensive venture and it’s not uncommon for the sign to read something along the lines of “HILLTO   STE K  H — USE”. While the sign continues to honor its erector, Frank Giuffrida, the late founder sold the restaurant back in 1988, which at one time was the cornerstone of an empire which extended into several New England states.

Hilltop Steakhouse's Fiberglas herd

Hilltop Steakhouse's Fiberglas herd

Equally as amusing as the cactus is the herd of Fiberglas cattle that graze on the narrow strip of lawn on the highway side of the restaurant. The beefy bovines used to roam free in the meager pasture, but have been cemented down after years of repeated rustling. It wasn’t uncommon for an urban cowboy to lasso one of the critters and drag it mercilessly south down Route 1; at one point a cow was pilfered by the Hacks at MIT and placed unceremoniously atop the Great Breast of Knowledge – word is that the retrieved cow sported a cap and gown and a diploma for a spell.

In its heyday, diners waiting in queues that rivaled the line for Space Mountain were handed numbers while they awaited being beckoned to the huge western-themed dining rooms – the loudspeaker blared constantly with announcements such as, “Number 132, number 65, number 102 to Sioux City” as if announcing that the stagecoach was departing. Diners could be summoned to Carson City, Virginia City, Sioux City, Dodge City, Kansas City or Santa Fe, although in recent times some of the dining rooms have been closed to accommodate function facilities. If you’ve invested the time to observe Giuffrida’s western gastronomic adventure first hand, you might as well go full tilt boogie and treat yourself to the enigmatic New England phenomenon known locally as steak tips (alternately sirloin tips). Steak tips are small chunks of beef cut from loin flap meat and are generally marinated and grilled or roasted, and although there are probably a handful of eateries in the Boston area that offer superlative versions of the dish, you won’t be able to sit in a frontier town beneath the shadow of a herculean cactus while you enjoy them.

Hot, pink and moist steak tips

Hot, pink and moist steak tips

Hilltop’s version of the steak tips come to the table hot, juicy and pink in the middle; the meat is incredibly tender thanks to the scientific marvel of marination and every bite is a morsel of bovine ecstasy. An order of steak tips with rolls and a potato and rolls will set you back less than a Double Eagle, but you can get these savory chunks of cow flesh for about $12 off the lunch menu. Fortunately, you don’t have to pack a bankroll like Diamond Jim Brady to upgrade to their signature 14-ounce rib eye, or even their 22 ounce Porterhouse, which is the most expensive menu item at thirty bucks. If you’re so inclined to grill any of the cuts available in the restaurant, there’s an expansive butcher shop at the back of the building, although it is currently closed for renovations.

The clientele appears to be regulars who have been flocking to Hilltop since it opened in the 1960s including a few ghosts, but it’s worth the effort if you’re cruising Route 1 on a pilgrimage to find roadside America.

Hilltop Steakhouse
855 Broadway
Saugus, MA 01906
GPS Coordinates:  42°28’28.62″N  71° 1’28.77″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s visit to Hilltop Steakhouse in Saugus, Massachusetts

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Come On Piggy, Give Me A Ride

Lardo
Portland, Oregon

Crispy pig ear salad at Lardo East Side

Crispy pig ear salad at Lardo East Side

It takes thick skin to walk into either of Lardo’s Portland locations without somehow feeling that the name is a taunt directed at you rather than having been derived from the charcuterie offering of cured pork fat. Lardo is a porcine tribute, nay, shrine to the humble and versatile pig, whose varietal cuts are prominently featured throughout the menu. Each site has an obligatory simplified line diagram showing Miss Piggy’s five prime cuts in mural form, as well as a bulb-array sign reading, “PIG OUT” that looks as if it came straight off a Broadway marquee. Lardo is the labor of love of Chef Rick Gencarelli who literally covered the country gastronomically from shore to shore before settling in Portland in 2010 to open a piglet food cart in Portland’s Sunnyside pod. After word spread about his now-legendary pig-product sandwiches, Gencarelli opened a brick-and-mortar sty on Hawthorne (ironically directly across the street from the Cartopia food cart pod) in the summer of 2012, followed by a second more spacious location downtown on Washington Street in December.

Pork cuts, simplified

Pork cuts, simplified

The rapacious references go far beyond the onslaught of piggy imagery – the menu is rife with dishes where Babe, Porky and Napoleon manage to sneak their way onto the plate; bacon lurks salaciously in Lardo’s popular cold fried chicken sandwich, while the Double Burger gets porked by a hefty slab of pork belly. Think the sides manage to slink away without having to squeal like a pig? Nosiree, Bob! On the subtle side are the Lardo Fries crisped up in pork fat – on the other end of the scale are the Dirty Fries, taken to the next level with bits of pork scrap, chopped pepperoncini, fried herbs and a liberal application of parmesan cheese (and blissfully not labeled as Portland poutine). The copious serving of Dirty Fries are hardly a side order; likewise with the Crispy Pig’s Ear Salad, featuring pappardelle-sized strips of crunchy fried pork ear infiltrating a bed of radicchio, topped with the ubiquitous fried egg and a light drizzle of bacon vinaigrette, proving that you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, but you can make a hell of a salad.

The Korean pork sandwich at Lardo West Side

The Korean pork sandwich at Lardo West Side

The sandwiches are pork conveyances of delight – while not letter-perfect, the Cubano boasts authentic crusty Cuban bread stuffed with thick layers of Capocollo and oozing Provolone, oddly halved, stacked and skewered with a lanced dill pickle chip. Of exceptional note is the Korean Pork Shoulder sandwich, an artisan roll gorged with pork grilled to a light char resting on a thick smear of chili mayo and smothered in house-made kimchi and fresh cilantro – the flavors are astounding and intoxicating, rushing at you like a Russian boar in heat. To quell the damp Portland skies during the seasons when the sun is reclusive, the East Side location features a huge tent over a heated seating area (which also houses the Sugar Cube Sweets food cart, the perfect source for dessert and coffee after pigging out).

The newly-opened Lardo West Side

The newly-opened Lardo West Side

The danger associated with repeated visits to Lardo for the addictive fare is that there’s a strong possibility your loved ones will soon be remarking, “Hey boy – you look just like a hog”.

Lardo (West Side)
1205 SW Washington Street
Portland, Oregon 97205
GPS Coordinates: 45°31’19.23″N 122°41’0.62″W

Lardo (East Side)
1212 SE Hawthorne Boulevard
Portland, Oregon 97214
GPS Coordinates: 45°30’43.47″N 122°39’11.14″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s visit to both Lardo locations in Portland, Oregon

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Vegeterranean

urban garden
Los Angeles, California

A little of each at urbarn garden

A little of each at urbarn garden

Opening a Mediterranean eatery in the heart of L.A.s Fairfax District (across the street from cornerstone Canter’s Deli) takes balls of chickpeas, but that’s exactly what restaurant mogul George Abou-Daoud has done with the recent unveiling of urban garden.  Abou-Daoud’s newest offspring is a bit of an odd duck in terms of the decor (to be honest, there isn’t much decor) – the only thing in the restaurant that appears to be ornamental is a battery of long-handled pots mounted on the wall high above the glass-walled food prep area (which stretches the length of the room). On the opposite wall, only a large menu takes up any serious real estate; the tables are simple wooden slabs with accompanying wooden block benches, and there’s been no expense spared on green paint. The risk associated with such austere surroundings is that the focus is placed squarely on the quality and presentation of the food, but here Abou-Daoud keeps it simple.

The lean, green, Mediterranean machine

The lean, green, Mediterranean machine

Chef Sam Seklawi delivers quality fare without catering to the Angeleno penchant of ramped-up takes on traditional dishes that are unrecognizable. Everything tastes fresh and clean, and there are subtle flavors that can only come from importing high-quality ingredients such as Aleppo pepper, sumac, cayenne and aromatic mint from the Middle East. Although there are dishes to appeal to the omnivore, urban garden’s forte is their vegetable-based (and even vegan) menu options, including firm and meaty dolmas and an outrageously delicious vegetarian kibbeh, teardrop-shaped, wheat bulghur and potato-encased lumps of joy filled with red peppers, toasted almonds, onion and chickpeas. The savory orbs will satisfy the most hardcore card-carrying carnivore, packing a vegan punch while not trying to mimic meat.

Crispy fried cheese roll with Aleppo pepper sauce

Crispy fried cheese roll with Aleppo pepper sauce

Also exceptional are the falafel – there’s nothing worse than taking a healthy bite of one of the chickpea croquettes only to feel like you’ve got a mouthful of sawdust, but urban garden’s veggie balls are moist, flavorful and satisfying. The crispy fried cheese rolls (packed with Mozzarella, feta, black sesame seeds and fresh mint) are enveloped in a thin, bronze wrapper that breaks away neatly without spilling its contents on your lap; these are accompanied by a zesty Aleppo pepper sauce that complements the rolls without overpowering them. The meat dishes are garden variety staples (beef kefta, lamb shawarma and rotisserie chicken) – although these are prepared traditionally and aren’t lacking in flavor, they take a back seat to the quality and taste of the vegetarian offerings.

urban garden is an ambitious addition to George Abou-Daoud’s restaurant empire, but if they can maintain the fresh, green quality of the food they should flourish despite being odd man on the block – after all, the only difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment call.

urban garden
446 N. Fairfax Avenue
Los Angeles, CA 90036
GPS Coordinates:  34° 4’46.26″N 118°21’40.79″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s food grazing adventure at L.A.’s urban garden

NOTE: This cost for this meal was provided by the restaurant. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

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Wicked Pissa Pizza

Pizza in Boston

The sausage and garlic pizza at Santarpio's

The sausage and garlic pizza at Santarpio's

In the great American pizza wars, there are generally two superpowers still standing when the smoke clears – on the eastern front, we have New York City with its legendary fold-and-funnel slices, replete with oozing cheese and bits of vegetable and meat shrapnel (and of course, their oft-confiscated secret weapon, the New York municipal water supply). Dominating the middle of the country, we have Chicago with its heavy artillery – the dense and copious deep-dish pie with sides so high you need ladders to lead an assault on it. During the multiple decades of the quest for pizza superiority, Boston has quietly been churning out quality discs of dough while remaining somewhat under the national radar, in part due to the fact that there isn’t really a style of pizza Boston can call its own. To write off Boston as a non-combatant would be a tragic mistake, as with some light reconnoitering one can find some pizza joints and bistros that serve up pies worthy of their European heritage.

Santarpio's, serving Boston since 1903

Santarpio's, serving Boston since 1903

As with any force to be reckoned with we’ll start with the heroes of old whose pizza trays may show the tarnish of age yet still throw a respectable pie, and then work our way to Boston’s young upstarts. Any list of superlative pizzerias in Boston will undoubtedly feature the two places synonymous with pizza in The Hub – Santarpio’s and Regina Pizzeria. Santarpio’s is the patriarch of pizza plutocracy, starting as a humble yet popular Italian bakery in East Boston back in 1903. After enjoying moderate success on the ground floor of a massive triple-decker wooden apartment house, Joseph Santarpio transformed the business into a restaurant dubbed Santarpio’s Cafe, although it wasn’t until the 1960s when Joseph’s son Frank reinvented the restaurant as Santarpio’s Pizza that they became a landmark institution. Their huge hand-painted sign features a faded pizza chef who looks to be suffering from a major case of vitiligo and beckons motorists en route to Logan Airport from the elevated Route 1A. The decor is simple with a smattering of old, signed black and whites from heavyweight boxers who graced the joint with their presence over the years; at the far right of the bar is an open pit of glowing coals where lamb skewers, house-made sausages and steak tips are grilled (the only other menu items besides the pizza). Skip the formality and belly up to the bar – there’s no maître d’ and your tab is cash only; please don’t insult the staff by using a knife and fork. Most of those who work at Santarpio’s are family, having literally been working there forever and if you’re lucky you can catch a glimpse of the huge Ferris wheel pizza oven in the back that makes short work of supplying the hungry masses with pies, or witness meat being skewered in the back room for the grill.

A slice of Regina's pepperoni to go

A slice of Regina's pepperoni to go

If you’re looking for duck confit, black truffle or chanterelle mushroom toppings, you’ve undoubtedly come to the wrong place. Ask at the bar and they’ll tell you that their most popular pie is the Italian cheese, sausage and garlic pie; this savory gem gets a wash of thick red sauce with a liberal dose of shredded mozzarella, crumbly sausage, chopped garlic and fistfuls of grated parmesan. The dough is firm enough to resist wilting from the sauce, and the cheese bubbles up in a rich, brown mountainous landscape; the crust has some spring to it without being too doughy or disintegrating under your teeth. It becomes apparent after the first slice why Santarpio’s has taken home Boston Magazine’s Best of Boston Award no fewer than nine times and made Alan Richman’s list of the country’s top 25 pizzerias in the May 2009 issue of GQ magazine.

North End's Regina Pizzeria

North End's Regina Pizzeria

The pizzeria that has come to be the yardstick against what most Boston-area pizzerias are measured has to be octogenarian Regina Pizzeria (or Regina’s, as the locals prefer). Literally on a corner of an impossibly narrow North End street, the Polcari family began serving their Neapolitan-style pizza to Boston’s famous Italian neighborhood back in 1926 with a small fleet of pizza ovens ready to supply the teeming masses that often form an hour-long line stretching out the door. Over the years, the Polcaris have built a dynasty that features several Polcari’s Italian restaurants and Reginas in just about every mall in Massachusetts, but mamma mia, for the love of God, if you want to sample their pizza the way it was meant to be eaten you need to brave scarce, expensive parking to dine under the flickering neon glow of the original location (pilgrims to Pizzeria Uno on East Ohio Street in Chicago that have made the unfortunate foray into an Uno Chicago Grill will explain the importance of dining at the flagship). As with Santarpio’s, the focus is on traditional toppings (you won’t be able to commit the CPK sin of ham and pineapple, even on the gourmet pizzas), but advantage Regina’s is that you can order by the slice – can’t decide between pepperoni, cheese or sausage? Have a slice of each! In its simplest state, Regina’s pizza bears little similarity to Santarpio’s – there’s a satisfying tanginess from the cheese and light spice, although the thinner crust can gravitate towards flaccid – there’s also an odd, flat uniformity to their pies. It doesn’t detract from the taste, but Regina’s pizza tends to have a bit of an oily sheen that some diners rectify with a daub of a napkin – the original location used to be famous for offering extra oil for a nominal fee.

Mediterranean Greek pizza from Nick's

Mediterranean Greek pizza from Nick's

Pizza aficionados in the Northeast have harbored a little secret when it comes to pizza – the phenomenon of Greek pizza. This unique style doesn’t appear to have made its way west, but is unmistakable to New Englanders, particularly in the Boston area. Finding a Greek pizza place is easy – one need only look for the phrase “House of Pizza” in the title. Expect your House of Pizza to be a combination pizzeria and sub shop where the norm is to give your sub a little “me” time in the pizza oven in an effort to toast the roll and its contents. For the most part, Greek pizza ends up looking like it came out of a machine, most likely from being baked in a pan with a raised lip – the pi-worthy pie is perfectly circular with the smooth crust having a uniform height all the way around. There’s a particular sweetness to the pizza, which could be the result of sugar in the sauce (although it seems to emanate from the golden brown crust). For the definitive Greek pizza, head north a few miles to Medford – located prominently to service the lunchtime crowd on the campus of Tufts University, Nick’s House of Pizza has been purveying pizza to the populace since Nick Kermanidis opened his restaurant in 1988. The pizzeria has a modern, clean look to it – sleek, yet unpretentious – in the middle of the spacious kitchen (which takes up almost half of the restaurant) is a small, gleaming workhorse of a pizza oven. Instead of a front door, the pizzas are delivered to the oven’s wide pie hole via a metal conveyor belt and collected on the other side.  There are over 30 toppings to choose from (including the uniquely Bostonian sirloin steak tips), but when in Medford do as the Athenians do and order the Mediterranean (featuring black olives, spinach, feta cheese and slices of tomato). Greek pizza is pretty substantial, thicker than New York style, but at least an inch shy of deep dish; it has a tendency to be drier as well, an admirable quality when eschewing the knife and fork and trying to avoid dropping the ingredients down the front of your Oxford shirt.

A Picco special - half-and-half

A Picco special - half-and-half

For those looking for something a little more upscale, dinner at Picco in the South End is in order. Rick Katz (formerly the Executive Pastry Chef at Boston institution Legal Sea Foods) opened Picco in 2004; the name is a playful acronym for Pizza and Ice Cream Company, but when it comes to making exceptional pizza and ice cream in-house, Katz means business. Part of what makes Picco’s pies unique is the custom-built oven that applies a 400-degree heat on the left side to cook the pizza and a 700-degree inferno on the right to finish it. The pizzas are normally served well-done,  but the wait staff will caution you that your selection may come out looking like a Vesuvius victim unless you specify otherwise (my waiter confessed that he enjoys his charred and unrecognizable as pizza). The pizza arrives with collapsed black blisters that give the crust some crunch but don’t incinerate the ingredients; although the pizzas are not available by the slice, since most of the gourmet pies are around the same price, Picco will happily allow you do a half-and-half (or create your own from a variety of near-exotic ingredients). Their pride and joy and most popular selection is the French-inspired Alsatian featuring sweet, caramelized onions, shallots, garlic, crème fraiche, and crispy bits of savory bacon. The onions are cooked to where they virtually melt in your mouth and are complemented by the smooth, tangy cream and the gruyere, all cuddled atop the light, bubbly and smoky crust.  Their roasted red pepper pie with goat cheese, arugula, and tomato, finished with balsamic vinaigrette, is fresh and colorful with the flavor of a hot garden sandwich. The ice cream flavors change daily and range from the tried-and-true vanilla and chocolate to the exotic guava, pumpkin and pear. In addition to other European dishes on the menu, Picco has an expansive bar with a wide variety of craft beers and an excellent wine selection as well as freshly ground and brewed coffee from international growers.

Building the Mediterranean Greek pizza

Building the Mediterranean Greek pizza

While New York and Chicago battle to the death for pizza supremacy on a national stage, cities like Boston continue to offer outstanding pies that run the gamut from traditional to gourmet. Not for nothing, but that makes me want to grab a peetzer, stop at the packie, pick up some wicked cold beahs and kick back to watch the fun.

Santarpio’s (original location)
111 Chelsea Street
Boston, MA 02128
GPS Coordinates:  42°22’21.69″N  71° 2’7.47″W

Picco
513 Tremont Street
Boston, MA 02116
GPS Coordinates:  42°20’41.41″N  71° 4’13.85″W

Nick’s House of Pizza
372 Boston Avenue
Medford, MA 02155
GPS Coordinates:  42°24’37.67″N  71° 7’11.65″W

Regina Pizza (original location)
11 1/2 Thacher Street
Boston, MA 02113
GPS Coordinates:  42°21’55.84″N  71° 3’23.32″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s Boston pizza adventure

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