Okay, so yes, by design this trip will contain some pretty serious culinary material...I expected that. But even by day two, my senses had been seriously dilated. So much so, that I'm going to have to skip what I was hoping to be a regular recap of the day's events and just focus on one part of our day.
I was told about Roberta's Pizza by my boss. Oddly enough, he didn't even tell me about the food...all he said was that the place looked like a gas station from the outside and that there was this crazy chef there that I should go check it out. What I found was...a pizza joint. No really, it's a pizza joint. 2 for $5 buds, or pitchers of nicer stuff, pizza, calzones, and some other italian specialties, NASCAR on the TV, bench seating. They throw bbqs when it's nice out. Grow veggies on their roof, oh and they also have a radio station?
In the midst of all this is Chef Carlo Mirarchi...and this is what *he* does: *clicky*
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