MMMMMMMMMozza!
A dear friend of mine is in town from Houston. She and her girlfriends come out once a year and live the Entourage lifestyle. For those who don’t watch the show, these ladies go out to places with a one word name: Koi, Hyde, Prey; although, occasionally, they’ll branch out to two word places, like Nobu Malibu. I was lucky enough to be treated to a two name restaurant, Osteria Mozza. Now believe it or not, but prior to dinner, we consumed some medical marijuana. I know, I know, my prescription is for insomnia; but, once in a blue moon I like to have a toke prior to eating so I can consume an extra pound of say, burrata. Now weed can definitely increase your appetite, but it does so at the expense of other abilities, like motor skills and communication. This was an issue when upon entering the restaurant, there was an immediate assault of humanity. We countered this by blankly staring at the noisy expanse of the room. After turning our vacant stare to the people at the host stand for what seemed like an eternity, my friend spoke up and we were exiled to the bar area. I strode across the dining room, but stopped suddenly, when I saw a waiter holding a tray with coffee blocking my narrow path. Fearing I would knock him across the room in my elevated state, I chose to stand and look uncomfortable. Eventually, my friend macheted our way to safety. After twenty minutes or so, we were led to a tiny table in the corner. We accepted this table gracefully, muttering, “This is bullshit!” after the hostess left. We over ordered and over ate. It was all amazing; although, we could’ve lived without the octopus. I know you’re wondering how can I eat so much and still stay so heavy. I forgot to mention that I smoked half a joint between the appetizers and the primi. Thank god for insomnia. I’m dying to go back and try Pizzeria Mozza next door. Let me know if anyone wants to join.
Anytime you want to mack some pizza after work, I am there!
-N8