That’s high praise considering Patrick Stewart is a wordly man. He enjoyed food in all four corners of the world, but when it came to Pepe’s Pizza… it shattered all his expectations.
According to GrubStreet, Stewart put himself on a quest to eat as much pizza as humanely possible. About five years ago, our very own Professor X never tasted the stuff. But, now, he’s obsessed.
So obsessed, in fact, he admonishes those who don’t eat the crust.
His trek to taste the finest of pizzas inevitably led him to New Haven. AKA… pizza mecca. With savory slices practically sold on every corner, New Haven is any pizza lover’s dream city.
But, he and his wife, Sunny Ozell, paid homage to the most famous pizzerias of all. Confidently, Cpt. Jean-Luc Picard stepped into Pepe’s and ordered their famous white clam pizza.
Hey, when in Connecticut…
Then again, if you went your entire life without eating pizza until 5 years ago, you’d want to taste every pie known to man. And no one does white clam better than New Haven. Besides, white clam is definitely the most interesting pizza on the planet.
But, another fact about Sir Patrick Stewart, he dislikes thick doughy crusts. In fact, Neapolitan is one of his least favorite kinds of pizza. Which, obviously, worked to New Haven’s advantage.
Another thing New Haven excels at… crispy crusts. Deliciously thin New Haven Styled pizza is a genre of pie all of its own. Many tried to emulate it, but all failed.
I heard it has something to do with New Haven’s “special” water. But some claim that’s merely an old wives tale.
Either way, Patrick Stewart enjoyed pizza greatness that day and proclaimed Pepe’s the “Best” he ever had. Take that, NYC.
Pizza is polarizing, perhaps even politicizing. And quite frankly I need NO MORE of that shit. I’ll hunker down with my tribe, put my blinders on, and JUDGE. Make proclamations, with a generous serving of side eye. From a safe distance. So when Sir Pstew and I decided today on a whim to have lunch at @frankpepepizza in New Haven I was ready for anything. I’ve heard the hype, the wax poetic. Y’all can keep your opinions and just let Auntie Sunny EAT for fucks sake. And eat that famous clam pie I DID, for it was mighty and compelling, and Peroni (which is so damn *refreshing* on draft it might the fuck as well be club soda) to wash it down with was BINGO.
Pstew’s was also so tasty he proclaimed it the best pizza he’d ever eaten (and, knowing him like I do, I know WHY he made that claim: the crust. Thin and crispy all the way through. He’s unnerved by “doughiness”, and fails to see the merit in the pliant and supplicant yield of a proper Napoletana pie. I digress.) Let’s forgive him his silverware approach…he’s a fella from Yorkshire. Eee lad, don’t know no beta up north then, do they? A half hour later back on the interstate we both remarked on the lingering garlic and salt in our mouths, and we were happy for it. Yay Frank Pepe’s and yay #newhavenpizza