We come and get the starter going again on a Tuesday, it’s hard, so Wednesdays have been off, but on a good night, last night, there are a few, close to perfect. We’re not here, say on a Saturday night, we leave and it’s like cold and bitter out on a Sunday – which is like 55 degrees, it’s not really cold – it will turn like an ice box in here. This space is so big and it’s concrete, it can get super cold in here in an instant. Here, even though the temperature barely changes outside, only like 10 degrees, somehow it’s more dramatic and it affects the dough more than it did in New York City. New York’s such a small space that we basically left the air conditioner on the entire winter, cause the oven was right next to the kitchen and it was always hot in that little back corner. Wednesday, the dough was not so great, cause this space is so big, I’m still trying to figure out a way to control the environment in here on the days that we’re closed. And I would say, seriously, there are pretty close to perfect pizzas, a few a night, on a good night. Everything about it is perfect, the way it chews in your mouth, the scent, the balance of the ingredients, you can see it instantly. When they come out of the oven, I know that they’re great, instantly. Probably not tonight though, so if you guys are eating, don’t blame me. Is there such a thing as the perfect pizza and have you made one before? We come in, do our jobs, “See you tomorrow.” We’re not going out afterwards and getting drinks, not that I drink anyway, but if we did, in that sense it’s better. He’s married with a kid, and the girl who works here is married with a kid. I kept trying to be there for them and whatever they were going through, but here everybody who works here is solid, good. Some of the people I worked with were an extra burden to me. Also the people that worked there, some of them were great, and some weren’t. Also being into the outdoors, it was difficult for me to get to the outdoors, being in New York City, so I was just torn all the time. I was pulled in a lot of weird directions, and I had to keep trying to stay focused and everything. ![]() I just wanted to be able to be able to make a living, but it exposed me to things I never dreamt. At the same time, I didn’t really want to do anything differently than I ever did. I was really exhausted, and it was also my first exposure to people liking what we did, and media, so it took me quite a few years to adapt to all that, because when I opened in New York, it snowballed into this huge thing for me, which was beautiful, because I was able to make money and never did before. ![]() I care just as much as in New York, and in a way, probably I care even more because I’m living an even more straight and focused life. I can’t remember if last night’s is as good as last Saturday’s. How can you remember that? I eat my pizza every day of the week. People come in here and they’re like, “It’s not as good as it was in New Jersey,” or whatever. Some nights I’m really happy with it and I’m like, “Oh, it’s amazing, it’s fantastic.” And then other nights I’m like, “Ah, it’s not where it should be.” Or, “It’s not where I want it to be.” One of my best friends who worked with me in New York one day a week since I opened, and even when I had my place in New Jersey, used to eat it, he comes out here and works whenever somebody can’t work…He’s like, “Dude, it’s better than it ever was.” “I don’t think so.” He’s like, “I’m telling ya. I think I fool myself into thinking it was better there. Is your pizza better in San Francisco than in New York?
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