Is there such a thing as eating too much pizza? This is my third post that involves the beloved baked bread yet, I feel that I can smash at least another 20 pies. Not in succession of course, because that would be irresponsible (I would’ve love to in my youth, though).
You see, the problem with pizza is that you can never truly ‘get sick’ of it. People who claim they get full after one or two slices are the type of people that sends my brain into rage-inducing implosion. I don’t think I can trust people who are healthy, responsible and think rationally like that. Those are the same type of people who dab the oil from their Margherita’s. I know, there’s a special place in hell for people like them and their oil-less Margs. Pizza is irrational and has the power to transform sensible adults into gluttons that awake from their food comas feeling absolutely disgusted with themselves.
Man, I love pizza.
- Pescatore: Absolutely loved this dish. Mozzarella Bar is a lot more generous with their seafood than their Mozzarella. The pasta was al dente and the seafood tasted very fresh. Recommended.
- Margherita: I wasn’t too impressed with the Margie here, pales in comparison to Rococo’s and DOC. For lack of a better word, the cheese felt skimpy with one slice devoid of any cheese and the basil was very obviously lacking and sad looking.
- Wait times: There was a considerable wait after our entree which was a case of deja vu seeing we experienced the same at Rococo’s. I’d suggest to have everything come out at once instead of doing the whole entree and then mains.
I was hoping Mozzarella Bar could be the Westside DOC, but I think I’ll have to endure the drive to Carlton every time I feel like stuffing some pizza in my face. I will have to try their other pizzas if I make another visit but I’ll pass on the Margherita next time.
3.5 moustaches out of 5.