This is a long overdue restaurant review, mostly because
I forgot I’d gone there and hadn’t blogged about it at the time. So it’ll be a
quick one since all the (I’m sure) witty things I was going to write about have
escaped my memory and would only fall flat now if I took a stab at resurrecting
them. I hate when that happens.
In any case, I met a friend here, partly because it was
close to her house and convenient for her to skip out on her husband and kids
to meet me for dinner and partly because my cousin Christine gave me a gift
card to Willow St. Two birds, one stone.
We got there fairly early (6 pm) so while the restaurant
was somewhat full, it wasn’t overly crowded and we didn’t have to wait long for
a table. Probably because we were willing to sit at a high top close to the bar
area. I’d been to Willow St before but not for some years. I had a vague
recollection that their pizza was pretty good but I didn’t know that I was in
the mood for a pizza. I compromised and got the calzone. My friend Cindy went
further afield with a burger.
The sign of a good pizza place is how good their crust
is. Which can also be signaled by their bread as presumably it’s a similar, if
not the exact same, recipe. Our server brought out a round loaf of still-warm
bread. Bliss. It’s hard not to like warm bread and the carbo gods know they
have my number. My chicken pesto calzone was also pretty good, albeit the pesto
“sauce” was more liquid than I would’ve liked and soaked into the bread. But
that didn’t stop me from (over) eating the generous portion they served. Hey, it was good and I was hungry.
For once I didn’t get dessert. I know, I’m disappointed
in myself too but honestly, it was a really big calzone and I shouldn’t have
eaten it all but I did. Serves me right. It just means I have to go back again,
plan more carefully and save room for dessert.