Meticulous. Care and precision of a craft. Linguini B brings that to you - And Linguini B has the greatest of appreciation for restaurants that do the same.
Meticulous. The Latin root - Metus - of course, is most similar to the modern Anglo-Saxon word of Fear. Yes I'm studied, but that's not that point. So where do Meticulous and Fear align? Fear of what?
Meticulous. Fear of not being perfect. Fear of missing a detail. Chase perfection and catch excellence... said some serial winner of Italian descent in the Midwest pugging back the finest cheese this country has to offer. Vince, derived from Vincere - To Win. Mr. Lombardi's destiny was thrust upon himself at birth. Another winner? Johnny's. Mount Vernon's master makers of pizza at Johnny's prove day in and day out to be meticulous - Nearing pure perfection of pizza.
My review here today cannot elevate the greatness of this known and eternally established entity. I am only here to pay my respect to a titan of the most popular piece of cuisine on the planet. Since 1942. In 1942 I was fighting in WWII in a yesterlife. I was likely being shot down at the siege of Malta. Not the great siege of the 16th century, but the multi year campaign in the 20th. Is Linguini making history hot? Yea. Whatever. Johnny's they were still slinging pizzas. I've lived three lives since then. You don't wanna know the others...
What's so great about Johnny's? Surely, the wait is not great. But patience is a virtue acquired by I. The parking lot is packed tight but neatly. The bricks on the outside of the restaurant radiate heat. The smell of pizza devours the streets. The rumor is you cannot eat this pizza on the street out due to its potency. It causes fights, many have been mugged for the remainder of their pie. That's what you like to hear, if you ask me. But who am I? Anyways - Our lovely and respectful waitress promised me, a young guppy, that the wait would be worth it. What she was really saying is that my 83 year soul, through war and multiple bodies, could wait a bit longer. Her eyes burned of passion, precision, and persuasion. Her confidence clearly knew no bounds. It reassured me in an instance, not that any doubts had really crept in at the moment. Doubts are the friends of the weak and the foe of the stable. I stand on a table. I let my wisdom known - and everyday it's shown. So, yes, really all her majestic and careful words did was elevate my expectations.
I suckered down a few zucchini sticks and some house salad as we waited for our turn on the Ferris Wheel. They went quickly. Should've ate more slowly. Rookie mistake, although I was seated with vets. The vets were peering at my every move, it's difficult to eat with Linguini. What is he thinking? Is it positive? Is it negative? Don't think too much, I surely don't. I'm all action. Anyways I heard some complaint about a slightly dirty salad bowl but I couldn't have cared less. I was there for the pizza.
Finally. This story is not your typical fantasy. I provided an exposition. I teased you with some rising action. But there will be no fall. No denouement. Strictly a climax. Oh yea... a climax indeed. My tuckered out but tingling teeth chomped down excitedly on a pizza with the structure of the firmest cardboard. The integrity of the dough was so elite, that I argue you could make a bridge from this yeast. A delicious bridge at that. Each bite filled with a crunch. A light crunch, but a crunch nonetheless. This is the best dough in the U S of A. That is clear as day. You can argue with a wall, and the wall would still fight back. Believe me, I would know, I was a rebirthed as a wall from 1943 to 1944. The sauce is fantastic, maybe could use slightly more of it. That's not a complaint or a recommendation. I'm just being picky because that's what you pay me to do. Pay in dollar? Nay. Simply pay me in your love and occasional laughter, all I do is provide transparency. You can't really see the cheese but you know it's there. It's of quality. The crust is scrumptious, it somehow distinguishes itself from the rest of the crunchy slice. The lightness of this pie is feather-like. Not just to hand, but to stomach. With 2 large pies shared amongst three you'd think we'd be squeaking out of the front door, but I think I left lighter. I burned more calories chewing than I gained consuming. I could've polished back so many slices. You have to hold yourself back. These things are addicting. You'd think as the temperature decreases that the pizza quality declines.... But in fact it could've even gotten better. What type of wizardry is that?
High 9s pizza. We are talking 9.5/9.6 type. This is a certified BAD BOY. I'm a certified BAD BOY. Make the trip from far and wide. There were a few aliens from the Andromeda Galaxy in the back room - Quite the trip. They left impressed. Nobody said a word, as if it were commonplace. Amazing. Love you Johnny. Stay meticulous. Trust the process. LB trusts. read more