Apr 22 -
I used to be severely lactose-intolerant—something which baffles me to this day, considering I consumed enough dairy as a kid to probably give birth to forty cheese wheels and maybe a little cow. Luckily, I seem to be getting better (read: I just don’t give a damn anymore, HA!) so I’m carefully re-indulging in some of the creamy, milky, cheesy things I previously had to restrict myself from.
Pizza, as a result, has been kind of a lackluster food for me in the past couple of years, given that it’s A BOMB waiting to KABLOOM in my gut.
I went to Phoenix, AZ, for spring break last year. A quick survey of the Serious Eats office while I was interning there got me the unanimous suggestion to make sure I got my butt over to Pizzeria Bianco. “Be prepared to wait” was the word of advice I got.
Three and a half hours later—yep, you read that number right—my friend, her family and I scarfed down three pies, including this beeeeeautiful one, the biancoverde: “Fresh mozzarella, parmigiano reggiano, ricotta, arugula.”
My favorite. My stomach’s least favorite. (I have the eight Lactaid wrappers as proof.)
Worth the wait? Yes. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.
But next time, I’d bring a book.
P.S. The bar next door helps. Imbibe and indulge.
Pizzeria Bianco
623 E. Adams St.
Phoenix, AZ, 85004
nibbles and bites.
