
that’s a titillating name for a pizza, huh?
picture this: Friday night, it’s raining buckets and waterfalls, cold slashing rain that seems to penetrate through to the skin despite a PVC raincoat and large umbrella.
tired from all week long waking up when it’s still dark and chasing after time and errands like a banshee.
children coming home from school, “WHAT’S FOR DINNER MOMMM!?! DAD?!?”
pizzaaa! a scene repeated most Fridays in home after home across the country– i bet.
but what if your pizza tastebuds have gone cynical and jaded and burnt-out?
if you’re in the metropolitan Boston area, a jaunt to Schoolhouse pizzeria, corner of Hancock and School streets is a worth a trip across the bridge to Quincy.
pictured above is a small “French kiss” which husband ordered for us to share: Black Forest ham, red onions, fresh mushrooms topped with Gruyere cheese and a kiss of truffle oil…m-hmmm! it was really fragrant. the kids have their favorite “chicken parmesan”, which is darn good, but i can only take this much…
their menu is witty and tongue-in-cheek: appetizers are “Orientation”, Pizza 101 lists the impressive selection, and there are “Electives” like “Drama Queen” (fresh home made mozzarella, fresh roma tomatoes, basil, and arugula served on grilled focaccia with balsamic emulsification), “Class Clown” is pressed peanut butter and fluff sandwich with chocolate chips on Texas toast, and then there’s “The Bully”–grilled ribeye steak with sauteed mushrooms, caramelized onions, and roasted red peppers with Asiago cheese on a sub roll;
but more importantly the flavors and combinations are just swell.
we’ve had the “S.T.A.R. pupil” (spinach, tomato, arugula, and ricotta), the generously meat-laden “Critical Mass” for the ravenous carnivores (too much even for me!) out there; then there’s the “Dean’s List” with fresh tomatoes, grilled marinated chicken, red peppers, red onion, hot pepper flakes, rosemary oil, and 5-cheese blend…and all manner of toppings for anyone to design their own pizza (white anchovy! grilled zucchini! marinated shrimp! homemade mozzarella!).
we go there for the pizza! i mean, this mommy makes pizza but sometimes when it all gets a bit too much, we go to Schoolhouse for a much needed break.
not too often, but ehem enough so’s husband is on a first-name terms with the pizza chef by now…