I returned to the scene of the crime: Smorgasburg. Last time I visited Smorg, I ate too much. I mean, let's just call a spade a spade here, people. But the place encourages it, does it not? However, much to my chagrin, I did NOT sample the pizza last time. This was obviously a horrendous oversight.
This time, I made sure to sample Pizza Moto's hot-out-of-the-traveling-pizza-oven's goods. To see just how good they were.
First, a few words on Pizza Moto: mobile pizza oven.
That's a few, right? I'll elaborate, just a touch. There is no store. There is no "truck". There is just a pizza oven on a wagon. A fairly large wagon, I'll concede. This is not a radio flyer. It's an industrial-sized war horse of a conveyance whose sole purpose is to pump out piping-hot Neapolitan pizzas. I love it when things have a focus.
Especially when that focus is on pizza.
And I will say that Pizza Motto has focused and focused well.
I didn't order the usual Margherita pie, but went after their special – The Boys of Summer, a magical assemblage of pesto, chunks of roasted eggplant, and fresh mozzarella. Take a look:
The wells of mozzarella were nestled snuggly between rivers of of pesto. The chunky rounds of eggplants drifed on top like ducks on a pond...
Let's have a close up:
Look at the bubbles on that crust! And now that we're talking about the crust, Pizza Moto's was outstanding. Expertly cooked with dots of char popping up around the outer crust. The inside, however, remained soft and chewy. Pockets of air created crevices of bready flavor - a chewable surface of the moon.
I was tickled by my Pizza Moto experience. I would say, it was the stand-out food event of the day. And I sampled some mighty tasty things, including (but not limited to):
At least two of these:
One of these:
A bite of this:
A forkful or two of this:
And this...for dessert (later):
Anyway, the pizza won. Sing with me now:
Won't you ride in my little red (pizza) wagon...I'll bet all the kids will be jealous when they see my playmate so sweet..
I believe ol' Hank was talking about the pizza.
Check out Pizza Moto here, and hire them for your next event. Then invite me. I promise not to sing the wagon song.