Save it for the morning after
Procuring a hot pizza pie in this town can be easy, but the quality is not always above the bar. Ordering pizza from a delivery chain is a straightforward process—that is, until the driver shows up at the door. I’ve had my share of cold, sticky cheese, orders of hot wings lost in the Bermuda triangle and, worst of all, the parade of pizzas lacking heat, toppings and even sauce. This is why I was really looking forward to picking up a nice, fat pie from homegrown Rio Rancho staple Sal-E-Boy’s Pizzeria.
I visited the takeout/
The catch is that these prices are for blank cheese pizzas, and each topping costs an extra $1, $1.50 or $2.25, respective to the size of the pizza. The cost added up fast on the Sicilian I ordered ($12.95 plus $12 for eight toppings, for a grand total of $24.95). The 12-piece wings were $7.95, and the Italian burrito ran $7.75 a pop, so altogether (with a single can of soda and tax) my ticket came to $45.
Whew! But the pizza was definitely huge. The box was heavy as a concrete block, and some stray toppings were squeezing their way out the sides. I snagged a stray mushroom and a pepperoni, only to discover the mushrooms were canned.
I was disappointed. Watery canned mushrooms are relatively useless, and just plain gross when compared to the delicate, meaty flavor of a fresh mushroom. They should be relegated to stocking bomb shelters, or maybe a reality show where there's a prize for finishing off the can. The pepperoni was better.
At home, we broached the rectangular pie and dug in. My order was smothered with chunks of green pepper, green and black olive slices, oversized nuggets of spicy hamburger, sliced ham and pepperoni and the canned mushrooms, overlaying a just-right amount of sauce and baked to a firm consistency. I requested the anchovies be confined to one side, but I had to poke around to discover which side that was.
Unfortunately, the thick crust was not at all to my liking. It was charred on the outside, slightly doughy on the inside and appeared to the eye (and mouth) to more closely resemble heavy focaccia bread than pizza crust. I examined my slice more closely and was surprised to see what looked like a pre-baked crust, with the toppings and cheese added later and reheated. Interesting. That could account for its black bottom.
The wings came with the standard orange-colored, vinegary sauce. They were, you know, chicken wings—not bad, but not particularly noteworthy, either. I moved on to the Italian burrito. This calzone-like creation wraps pizza dough around marinara sauce, cheese, sliced meatballs and green chile. I had a thick slice, and I liked it better than the pizza.
But the big question now was: Could the pizza and burrito pass the morning-