Month: February 2006

  • Peter Piper Pizza

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    Pizza week can also be a time of desperation and despair.

    My pizza week had been all planned out, but a change in my work schedule today resulted in my being unable to review the pizza I wanted. I had to shift my plan to have pizza for dinner, but my wife had planned an elaborate meal.

    I thought certain that I was going to miss my goal of pizza everyday this week. And then, on the drive home, a shining ray of mediocrity hit me: Peter Piper Pizza. If I’m not mistaken, they’re a locally grown chain that was expanded outside of Phoenix, even outside the US.

    How do they do it? The same way McDonald’s sells hamburgers: they pitch to the kids.

    I remember quite clearly some 30 years ago when I lived in Oracle, a small town outside of Tucson. We used to get TV reception from Phoenix, but we never went there. I’d see commercials for restaurants and stores that I thought I’d never eat in.

    One of those was Peter Piper Pizza. They used to have a spokesman named Tony – a middle-aged, pot-bellied guy in a chef’s hat, standing at a counter, working a big lump of dough.

    He’d say things like, “Why does pizza cost so much? It’s just some dough with some cheese on it?”

    It’s just that attitude that accounts for the results of a typical Peter Piper Pizza.

    What always really get my attention about those commercials was that Tony had a bit of speech problem. When he got animated and spoke out about the injustices of high-priced pizza, he kept visibly spitting in that big lump of dough he was working.

    I know it was prop dough, and he wasn’t really the cook, but come on, people! That’s just gross.

    I’ve scoffed at a lot of Peter Piper Pizzas over the years, but today was the first time I really tried to analyze one. (Hey, I take my pizza reviews seriously) Here goes:

    There’s nothing wrong with this pizza that a good crust transplant couldn’t cure.

    Their crust is just not good. It’s dry and has a consistency that is frequently compared to cardboard or dried play-doh. Those comparisons aren’t fair. I can’t think of anything to compare it to. It’s a bread, it’s not quite a cracker, it’s not quite a crusty bread stick. I just don’t know what it is and I spent a lot of time thinking about it today. (I was up till 3:00 AM last night/this morning, so it was easy for my mind to wax philosophical.)

    It’s just not a proper pizza dough, and that’s the point where always I’ve dismissed it. In fact, there really wasn’t anything wrong with the rest of it. The toppings and cheese are unexciting, but passable. The blame all comes back to the crust.

    How do they stay in business? It’s CHEAP, and most people don’t care what their pizza tastes like.

    Cost: 7″ Pepperoni pizza, $2.49! Cost per square inch = $0.06 (0.647)

    Conclusion: I can’t recommend the pizza, but they’ve got games for the kids and it’s a cheap way to feed ’em

    Peter Piper Pizza has various locations

    Review pizza came from

    3403 N 7th Ave
    Phoenix, AZ

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  • Return to Rosati’s

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    Pizza Week is a time of joy and forgiveness.

    And it is the spirit of forgiveness that I returned to Rosati’s for lunch.

    As you probably don’t recall in a previous entry, (No Good Deed Ever Goes Unpunished, July, 2005) Rosati’s by my office seriously botched up our order and did a very poor job of trying to keep a customer.

    Despite the fact that they’ve served me some of the best pizzas I’ve ever had, I haven’t been back for 8 months.

    I’d like to say it was the spirits of Pizza Week (Past, Present & Future) that brought me back to Rosati’s, but it wasn’t. They called my wife, unsolicited, last week and offered her a free pizza. My guess is that they’d noticed she hadn’t ordered in a long time and were trying to lure customers back. (Notice to merchants: keeping a good repeat customer is better than scrambling for new ones.)

    The ploy worked.

    I’ve had their stuffed crust pizzas, which I really like, and I had their thin or “original” crust, which I wasn’t as crazy about. Their thin crust is wafer thin and, although I like thin crust pizzas, for some reason Rosati’s just didn’t click for me.

    I consider both stuffed pizzas and wafer thin pizzas to be out of the range of a “normal” pizza, so when given a choice of multiple types, I will generally try to review the crust most like the “typical” thickness.

    For this pizza, I had a 12″ “double-dough” pepperoni pizza. Double-dough turns out to be about twice as thick as the thin crust, and just about the right thickness.

    Normally, I eat the pizza on location, but Rosati’s, like many a pizza place these days, caters to delivery and take-out. The near proximity to my office made for only a 4 minute delay from door to table, and it was still piping hot.

    This was an excellent pizza. The only negative was that the crust around the outer edge was a bit dry and floury, as if the dough didn’t have quite enough water in it. There was an unusual horizontal layer in the crust, which leads me to believe the double-dough is, in fact, two thin crusts cooked together, which explain a bit of the dryness.

    The pepperoni was good and hidden under the cheese, but there was plenty of it. Likewise the cheese was good.

    I think I might have finally figured out what, in particular, makes me like Rosati’s pizza: It’s the sauce. It’s, without doubt the best tasting sauce I’ve had and it really adds a lot to the flavor of the pizza.

    Incidentally, the staff and crew were a lot friendlier and efficient.

    Cost: 12″ (Double-dough) pepperoni, $10.95, cost per square inch = $0.10 (0.097)

    Conclusion: Recommended

    various locations around the valley

    Review pizza came from
    Rosati’s of Arcadia
    4041 E Thomas
    Phoenix, AZ

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  • Slice of Sicily


    To quote the blurb on the menu from Slice of Sicily:

    Founded in early 1999 by Bill and Donna, Slice of Sicily is now regarded as the pizzeria of choice in the Northeast Phoenix, with a combination of 25 years experience, old family recipes and using only the finest ingredients, the art of creating the best traditional Italian food around has been mastered. As for service, once you walk in… you are family!

    While I’m not sure that I’d consider 38th Street and Indian School to be “Northeast Phoenix” certainly I can attest to the family approach to the service. It’s one of the friendliest restaurants I’ve eaten in.

    It was a holiday, and business was apparently slow, but most of the customers who came in appeared to be regulars and the staff knew their orders before the customers did.

    It wouldn’t matter if it was the friendliest restaurant in the world, it would be all for naught if the food wasn’t good.

    My pizza was pretty good. I’d have no problem recommending it.

    It’s a typical New York style and the smallest available size is 14″, which, typically, results in a floppy center, and this pie was no exception to that unfortunate rule. Despite that, the crust was properly browned on the bottom and tested good.

    Similarly, the cheese and the sauce were quite good. My only reservation on this pizza was that I wasn’t too crazy about the strong-flavored pepperoni. In future, I’ll probably try for a cheese only or sausage pizza.

    Price: 14″ = $10.45, Price per square inch = $0.07 (0.068)

    Conclusion: Recommended

    Slice of Sicily
    3724 E Indian School
    Phoenix, AZ


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  • President’s Day Kicks Off Pizza Week

    I can’t find an “official” Pizza Week in the US, but, gosh darn it, there oughta be one!

    …and so, it’s my pleasure to announce that from this year forward, President’s Day – a rather lackluster holiday at best – shall be the kick off of Pizza Week.

    In honor of Pizza Week, I’m going to risk gaining 10-15 pounds and try to eat pizza every day this week.

    Enjoy this the first lonelocust.com sanctioned Pizza Week!

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  • Godfather’s Pizza


    I thought Godfather’s Pizza went out of business 20+ years ago. Once there were several of them, then they disappeared. It’s been so long since I’d eaten in one, I had completely forgotten what it was like.

    Now I find they’ve re-colonized the east valley and today I got the opportunity to try them. Even having just eaten one, I cannot remember if it bore any similarity to their pizzas of yesteryear.

    There’s no point in beating around the bush on this one, I didn’t enjoy this experience.

    Godfather’s has three kinds of crust: original, golden and thin. I chose original. Mistake.

    While I don’t like to use one pizza to describe another, in this case, the pizza I had was virtually indistinguishable from the ubiquitous Pizza Hut pan pizza, only not quite as well cooked. Pizza Hut sometimes manages to take their pan crust and produce a crunchy outer shell, which helps a bit.

    Godfather’s was cooked, but soft and bread-like throughout.

    I just can’t recommend this pizza, and there are 100s of pizza places I still have to try before I’d go back and see if their golden or thin crusts are any better.

    One thing might get me back, they do have a pizza buffet every day, “all day” and, if I’m passing someday, I might stop in and try some samples of the other crusts, just to see if it’s worth going back for a proper review.

    Cost: Sizes weren’t listed, but the pizza I had was a “small” for $8. Using a napkin ruler, it measured out to 11″ in diameter.

    Price per square inch: $0.08 (0.084)

    Not recommended, but it seems a good place to take a hungry soccer team because of the liberal buffet hours.

    Godfather’s Pizza is a chain, but in this case I ate at this location:

    Godfather’s Pizza
    4929 W Chandler Blvd
    Chandler, AZ

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  • Anne Elk, The Brontosaur Lady


    I’ve got one last Mesa Southwest Museumstory.

    As you can imagine, dinosaurs can be big – really big. When a child looks at them, they’re even bigger.

    I’ve pointed out (leading to this story, actually) that Michelle is quite good at dinosaur identification – but that’s looking at books, or on the TV screen.

    When she was confronted with the Apatosaurus at the museum yesterday, this picture is an approximation of what she saw. It’s no wonder that she incorrectly identified this dinosaur.

    “Daddy, it’s a brachiasaurus!” she shouted excitedly.

    I had already read the sign and knew it wasn’t, not that she was that far off, so I asked her, “Is that what it is?”, and she nodded, so I suggested we step back to get a better look at it.

    Once we stepped back, I was going to ask her to look at the head and legs and I knew she’d get it, but before we got that far Anne Elk arrived on the scene.

    (I’m sure Anne Elk is not her real name, I just instantly branded her that in my head. I chose the name not becuase of her looks, she was quite attractive and looked nothing like John Cleese in drag, but because of what she said.”)

    Anne apparently felt that Michelle needed more feedback.

    “That’s very good!”, she said, “It does look a lot like a brontosaur! You’re really good at this! This one is called Apatosaurus.”

    I just tried to look at her and smile, not sure if I was irritated because she thought my daughter stupid enough to call it a ‘brontosaur’ (which she didn’t) or she thought my parenting needed some help.

    (The fact that she just might be one of those people who talk to complete strangers never crossed my mind at the time.)

    I was certainly irritated because she’d robbed Michelle of the chance to look over the skeleton and change her identification. I was sure she’d be able to stand back and see it wasn’t a brachiasaurus.

    Later she tried again to encourage Michelle with a series of fatuous remarks like, “Aren’t their bones big” or “Isn’t he funny looking?”

    Again, it rubbed me the wrong way, this time because she was talking to her like she was a baby. I smiled and remained silent thinking that her kid was probably still in diapers or something.

    Finally, she came over to me and tried starting a conversation. If someone were trying to get this dad’s attention, she couldn’t have chosen a better topic:

    “Your daughter is so bright. How old is she?”

    “She’s three.”

    “She is so clever. She really seems to know a lot about this stuff.”

    She couldn’t have chosen a better topic, but by this point, I was just too entrenched in my irritation at this woman that I wouldn’t engage her in conversation. I couldn’t fathom why she kept coming back to us and trying to engage us.

    She didn’t appear to be with a family or kids and, more to the point, Michelle wasn’t being that clever at the museum.

    Shortly after seeing the apatosaurus she was frightened by the animatronic dinosaurs. I had calmed her down, but she was nervous and quiet, not running around and pointing at dinosaurs and saying, “It’s a triceratops!” or reciting facts or anything like that.

    I just couldn’t help feeling like this was false praise and that she wanted something from us – and I wasn’t about to give it.

    The “conversation” consequently went nowhere and she finally gave up.


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  • Mesa Southwest Museum



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    Having established that my daughter is a wannabe paleontologist, I took her today to the Mesa Southwest Museum.

    It’s been several years since I’ve been there and they’ve made significant renovations, including a permanent dinosaur exhibition. They had a small exhibition before and I wasn’t sure what to expect.

    The permanent exhibition is quite nice, and Michelle and I enjoyed it. My main complaint was that skeletons were, in many case, poorly labeled. In many cases, the name was not clearly displayed and the descriptive text needed to be read through to find the name. While that’s not too bad, it’s not terribly convenient when you’ve got a three-year old standing there saying, “What’s this dinosaur, daddy? What’s this dinosaur?”

    In one or two of the cases, there appeared to be no sign at all. That’s something they need to work on.

    One section is called dinosaur mountain, and it has a series of animatronic dinosaurs. What surprised me was that Michelle was actually afraid of them. She can watch dinosaurs tearing each other up all day long on Walking With Dinosaurs but when confronted with very unrealistic ones she was nervous. Fortunately, I was able to assure her that they were nothing to be afraid of.

    The museum is also hosting a traveling exhibit called When Crocodiles Ruled put together by Science Museum of Minnesota.

    I wasn’t too impressed by the Crocodile exhibit, but it was aimed, I’d guess at elementary school-aged children. The “science” exhibits had too much reading to keep Michelle’s attention, and there weren’t enough fossils.


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  • Geek Moments for Fathers


    If ever there’s proof that parents influence their children, my little dino aficionado, Michelle, is it.

    I nearly chose a career in Paleontology, and, although I managed to avoid that particular path to poverty, I’ve still got quite a lot of books and such on the subject.

    Michelle has an amazing ability to remember and identify dinosaur species (and, she corrects anyone who calls a Tyrannosaur a “T-Rex”). At age three, she can correctly identify and name at least:

    • Compsognathus
    • Coelophysis
    • Ornithelestes
    • Oviraptror
    • Velociraptor
    • Deinonychus
    • Allosaurus
    • Dilophosaurus
    • Tyrannosaurus Rex
    • Spinosaurus
    • Apatosaurus
    • Diplodocus
    • Brachiosaurus
    • Saltasaurus
    • Iguanodon
    • Maiasaura
    • Parasaurolophus
    • Protoceratops
    • Psittacosaurus
    • Styracosaurus
    • Triceratops
    • Pentaceratops
    • Zuniceratops
    • Pachycephalosarus
    • Stegosaurus
    • Ankylosaurus

    Although, admittedly, she does have some difficulty identifying related species, for example, confusing Daspletosaurus or Albertosaurus (both Tyrannosauridae) with Tyrannosaurus Rex itself. Small wonder, though, often the illustrations are virtually identical and you have to get into measuring sizes of the bones before the speciation becomes obvious.

    I’m also quite pleased that she firmly understands that Pterosaurs, Marine Reptiles and Therapsida/Synapsids (Mammal-like Reptiles) are not dinosaurs.

    OK, that’s my proud geek-father moment.

    Of course, she likes Hello Kitty, too, but she doesn’t get that from me.

    There’s more on this, but I’ll post that later.


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  • Strange Colors



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    My kitchen window looks to the east. Last evening, while standing in the kitchen, I noticed and odd pink hue to the light. Looking out the window, everything from the sky to the ground had adopted this pink shade, so I grabbed my camera in hopes of capturing it.

    Of course, the source was the sunset behind me, so I got out and caught this second shot to the west.



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  • Pizza Heaven


    Pizza Heaven has recently moved to a new location on 7th Street.

    It’s in one of those previously residential homes that have been converted to a business, and they’ve done a nice job. The move is so recent, the paint was still wet on the walls when we visited.

    It’s a comfortable restaurant, and the staff were friendly and attentive.

    In addition to being a New Times Best of Phoenix winner at some point, their menu brags that Channel 3 awarded them “the cleanest kitchen in the Valley.”

    I like a nice, clean kitchen, but I’d be happier if Channel 3 could come up with something better to say, like “good tasting food” or something.

    That notwithstanding, I really had a good feeling about this pizza by the time it arrived. When it did arrive, it was a beauty. Rarely have I seen a pizza brought to the table that looked so… right.

    After such an auspicious start, it was anti-climactic after that.

    The crust itself was done, but very, very light and insubstantial. It was cooked, but it was airy like a loaf of white bread. It didn’t really add anything to the overall flavor of the pizza.

    The pepperoni was just ordinary. If I had to guess, I’d say it was Hormel, pre-sliced, just like you’d buy at the supermarket. Similarly, the sauce was just ordinary – nothing wrong with it but really nothing to recommend it.

    The cheese finished off a perfect 4 out of 4 ordinaries. It wasn’t particularly flavorful and as the pizza sat for a while, it began to coagulate and breakup like extremely low-fat or imitation cheeses do.

    Completely unremarkable pizza, but it’s a nice place to eat.

    They do have sandwiches, pastas, wings, calzones and sodas. It was such a nice place, I wouldn’t write this place off and will certainly go back and try something else – or maybe even try another pizza.

    The menu says they have wireless internet access too, although pizza sauce splashed on my pristine white iBook would not be a welcome event.

    Pizza Heaven
    5150 N 7th Street
    Phoenix, Arizona
    602.277.8800

    Cost of 12″ Pepperoni pizza: $9.00. Cost per square inch: $0.08 (0.080)

    Conclusion: While I’m not wowed by their pizza, this is a place worth giving a try.

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