Wood Fired Delivery

As you can see from the previous post. We had a good time last night. Something about a couple dudes hanging outside, chopping wood with a miners pick, dumping industrial grade cleaning alcohol on stuff and then lighting it all on fire just screams winter. It only takes a few cold beers to realize you need pizza to make this a real deal hangout.

We needed snackability and online ordering capabilities. Chanellos was the logical choice. A cheese pie and onion pie were enough for 4 dudes and we got real tough on some chanellos ranch. This delicious treat gave us all the energy we needed to burn basically everything in sight. Lucky for us, Winter is just beginning and there will be plenty more where this came from.

back in RVA…

Slice Harvester eats at every NYC slice joint

http://www.sliceharvester.com/2011/11/da-vinci-pizza-and-now-end-is-here-and.html

Pretty amazing feat my friend.

All I Want

Domino’s delivers in a High Speed GTO

NFL Sundays brings us together with other like-minded slobs across town where we choose to fill our hungover bellies with terrible food like pizza and wings.  Luckily Domino’s allows us to order whatever we want without ever speaking to another human being and not only that, but you can order two large pies, 14  buffalo wings and a 2-liter of cola for $26.  We chose orange.

With Domino’s online order tracker you can see exactly who is handling our pizza.  We know George put the pie in the oven sometime around 4:30 and Edward was in his car by 4:34.  He arrived in his muscle car at exactly 4:39 with two piping hot pies and a box of inedible wings.  When we asked him how it was possible he got here so quick, he responded with a southern accent and what sounded like marbles in his mouth, “I’m fast as shit.”

Edward turned around, descended the steps and into the cockpit of his 72 Chevelle SS and peeled off, never to be seen again.

Party weekend accomplished. Turbonegro!

Well, it has come and gone and Turbo is back and heavier than ever.  Returning with a bit more aggression in the throat, Turbonegro’s newest heavy-set front man Tony Sylvester brings a bit more meat than his scientologist predecessor, Hank Von Helvete.  The old songs sounded great and the new song, “You Give Me Worms” is something that won’t leave your head anytime soon.

Brooklyn Vegan has a nice set of pictures from the night so head on over there for a visual recap.  Also some nice videos of most of the set on youtube, links at Brooklyn Vegan.

Predictably absent was 3rd guitarist and percussionist Pål Pot Pamparius.  Dunno what the deal is and Turbo is notoriously bad at keeping their fans up to snuff with anything.  All the affiliated websites/twitters/facebooks are rarely updated.

And upon further inspection, the man hiding behind the Santos pillars definitely wasn’t famed rhythm guitarist Rune Rebellion.  Hopefully we can get the entire crew together at some point boys?

Setlist: Turbonegro Must Be Destroyed, Denim Demon, Zillion Dollar Sadist, All My Friends are Dead, Back to Dungaree High, Do You Dig (Destruction), You Give me Worms, Wasted Again, Get it On, Price of the Rodeo, Age of Pamparius, Unknown!, Rock Against Ass, I got Erection, Nothing (Negative Approach)

To all the Sylvester bashers:  Maybe you’d rather listen to Hank’s new band, Dr. Midnight and the Mercy Cult?  Or listen to him rant about Scientology or check out his acting exploits with his new supermodel wife?  He can fuck off and so can you!

2 Tickets to Turbonegro

Santos party house 11/18.  Two tickets here for some lucky readers!  Who wants em?

Best Pizza, Williamsburg

Late night, one night in the ghetto, Suze, Ben and I were closing the cafe while watching Rise of the Footsoldier and listening to Darkthrone on the p.a.  We were hungry!  So we decided to get some PIZZA.  Yeah.  Some PIZZA.  I reccomended BEST Pizza because they is cool and the delivery guy always wears a King Kog cap.

30 minutes later it arrives with a little extra.

Best pizza does a good job of having its own take on a pretty standard NY utility pie.  Basil is standard and the don’t go haywire with the cheese which I come to find only real pizza snobs can appreciate.  Too much is not always a good thing!

Unfortunately the pizza tastes just about the same as all the other utility stuff in the area.  Pretty basic, but I appreciate the effort and the kindness of the free extra slice!

Still the best

8 1/2 pizza

anchovy pizza with just the right amount of burrrrrrn

A ritual of sorts.  Every trip to Richmond is always adorned with a somewhat religious visit to 8 1/2 pizza on Strawberry St. and then either a nice lunch in Scuffletown park or a quick NHL 12 session with my buddy Zach.

It’s the small things in life, dude.

Must be rinsed with a beer!

Poutine Pizza

Just finished one of the gnarliest trips of my life and was fortunate I got some pizza along the way. Mostly on the go and in the wilderness for a half the trip, I made a point to grab a slice when I could. A few things to note. Vancouver is either a tough place to score zah, or its residents just have no clue. Second, Poutine Pizza – pizza with fries, cheese curds and gravy – is something frequently eaten apparently. Third, pizza is pretty damn cheap in the NW. I paid ~1.50 for most of my slices, all decent portions. Ranch is huge out here, most places have a squirt bottle next to the register sitting right next to the Ketchup. The fructose corn syrup must set off that natural Canadian pizza flavor.

My favorite slices were in a place called 2001 located on what Cory referenced as pizza row. Happened to be few blocks from the heroine capital of the world somewhere near Columbia and E Hastings street in Vancouver. I charged a tomato slice and a hawaiian slice and washed it down with decaffeinated Mountain Dew, also a regular thing in Canada apparently.

So without any further riff raff, I give you the pacific northwest’s finest, rather the meager shit I happened to come across save for 2001. But hey, pizza is pizza right?