While spending the weekend in San Jose, we stopped into Pizza My Heart. Truthfully, we didn't expect much from our west coast friends because we are eternally east coast pizza snobs. (Don't even get us started on Chicago -- that's a whole other story).
But the place was super friendly and the staff were amiable and ready to put on a show. They were egging each other on to toss their pizza dough higher and higher. Several of them ended up on the floor (and subsequently, the trash) so we asked them to stop before we felt responsible for the place going out of business.
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| What goes up, must come down. |
We then witnessed one of the most interesting preparation tools ever seen behind a pizza counter: the turkey baster. The sauce was squirted onto the pizza in widening circles as if being done with a spirograph.
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| Turkey baster pizza prep. |
And after baking for quite some time in the oven, the pizza finally arrived. How was it? Eh, pretty good. Basic pizza, nothing extraordinary. A little too cheesy for our tastes, with a floppy crust. But we certainly enjoyed the visit.
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| A good time was had by all. |
