Last Tuesday night, I had a hankering for pizza. That was also the night that the weather was as messy and sloppy as we have seen this year. I called my local will-do-in-a-pinch pizza shop, and delivery times were up to two hours . . . uggghh! Now I really wanted pizza because it had suddenly become hard to get. And not only did I want pizza, I wanted the real deal: Cossetta's.
I live in south Minneapolis, so Cossetta's is a pilgrimage on a good day. I, of course, picked the worst day as we brave Minnesotans have not really re-learned how to drive in poor weather. I coaxed my pregnant wife (she's an easy mark for anything salty, greasy, sweet, chocolaty, dairy laden . . . you get the drift) into driving me to the Twin Cities best New York-style pie joint. We argued about the toppings, and I stuck to my guns--cheese and cheese alone. She was not pleased, she went on about how boring it is, her cravings, and that she was driving. Sorry, we are getting cheese.
The plain cheese pizza is as underrated a food as there is. No sausage to clutter things up and make the whole thing taste like garlic and fennel. No vegetables to make it soggy and, therefore, un-foldable. I do like pepperoni and junk pizzas. I even love anchovy pizza, just not all the time. I have rediscovered a nostalgic childhood favorite, and now I crave it more than I usually crave pizza.
Two hours and twenty minutes later, we were back home (only twenty minutes longer than mediocre delivery), on the couch, and enjoying a perfectly just-warm pizza with freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano and chili flakes. After a silent piece of pie, I looked to my left and saw a wide, greasy smile on my love's face, and I knew I didn't need to rub it in. She was more than content with just cheese pizza.
Make the pilgrimage, and smile!
Cossetta's, 211 W. 7th St., St. Paul, 651-222-3476