Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday Pizza: Geddes at the helm of a quiet afternoon
Franny's, a gourmet pizza place in Brooklyn that's been one of the hottest places in the borough for the last year. He and his family were seated at the bar, and when they were handed their gourmet pizzas (made with a dense, crispy crust), beautifully cooked but unsliced, he asked for a knife. The waiter informed him that they deliberately leave their pizzas uncut ("we don't want to hide any imperfections"), and that that's the way they serve it in Naples. "I just couldn't believe it," Geddes splutters as he rolls out another crust. He knows the rules behind any pizza that deigns to call itself "Naples-style," and nowhere on that list is slicing forbidden.
He gets almost as incensed when talking with Jay about Wal-Mart...a location in Seattle recently moved to an adjacent lot on the opposite side of a highway. The first location had displaced a field for growing squash and tomatoes, and now it's just an eyesore. It's a blessing that no location could ever open on Orcas--there's not an audience to sustain it--but every day it seems more and more likely that big business will threaten the local community. A new parking rule is about to go into effect for all Washington state parks that would require $10-per-day parking permits (or $30 for the year). It may not seem like a major expense, but for locals that go hiking on a regular basis, it means an additional expense for something they've been enjoying for free for years. And they can't buy permits without going to major sporting goods stores to do it--formalizing a process that's been homegrown for years.
It's a day for debates about where Washington might be headed, but it's also a good day to just watch the locals...I'm starting to soak up the little ways the Orcas regulars interact with each other. A couple starts chatting with two old buddies, and they chat for over a half hour before introducing themselves. Dave, John, Nancy, Rick--names get swapped long after pizza slices are shared. A ridiculously photogenic family spreads themselves out on a nearby blanket. Their baby coos and crawls about, and though a bee sting momentarily disrupts their peace, it's a mostly peaceful day. They eventually trudge away, bellies full of pizzas and slightly drowsy from the hot sun.
But then the day starts to quiet down again--we make a pizza for Clare and Avery to share (half just cheese, half margherita), but that's one of the last pizzas we make all day.