Place:  Angelo’s Pie in the Sky

Location:  Roland Park, Baltimore

Pepsi:  Fountain Pepsi with free refills.  Dreamy.    No Wild Cherry.  Frowny face.  

Price:  $10.60 for a large plain pie/$12.50 for a large pie with 2 toppings.

Setting:   We entered the towering, aging building through a glass enclosed entrance and headed into a dark, wood-paneled lobby.  The sweet old woman at the desk took one look at us and said “Get in the elevator and hit the top button.”  I guess we didn’t look like new residents or doting grandchildren. The fluorescent-lit elevator dropped us pretty much in the middle of the dish room.  We headed around the corner to a big, unfancy room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.   We were served by your average pizzeria server: a young, pregnant, sweet and efficient waitress who was liberal with the Pepsi refills.   The crowd was a little sparse for a Friday night, but maybe everyone was ordering delivery from the comfort of their rooms below.

The Pizza:  The crowd was a little split on this one, folks.  We agreed on two things:  1)  there was tons of cheese on this pie 2)  the crust was pretty bland.   I thought this was actually a really solid slice.  SO much stringy cheese, good unobtrusive pizza sauce, and a slice that mostly managed my holy grail of pizza tasting:  the cheese and crust and pizza all mix together and are hard to distinguish as distinct parts.  Until you got to that last third of the pizza:  bland doughy bright white crust.  Michelle said, “I don’t love the crust.  And I always love crust.”  Listen, I usually throw half my crust in the trash anyways, I’m a middle-of-the-pizza kinda girl.   But it really was a blob of blah cushioning a totally reasonable pie.  Adria and Amy ordered a jalapeno and garlic pie, which was a kinda genius combo.  It arrived with pickled jalapenos and garlic taste without those weird giant globs of diced garlic that pizzas sometimes have.   Both pies were pretty greasy and the cheese was definitely provolone heavy:  neither of which were bad things.   I think Jacob summed it up best:  “I’d definitely come back.   But I wouldn’t come back often.”  

Notable:  Oh, notable things besides this being a pizzeria on the top floor of a towering nursing home?  That’s not enough for you?  Fine. The view overlooks a graveyard.  A GRAVEYARD VIEW NEXT TO A NURSING HOME. That’s pretty notable, huh?