During Cinco de Mayo block party yesterday, we forewent the long lines for un-free beer and ‘ritas inside the 21+ fence-tent and stopped by new 2nd Street spot Z Pizza. Inside, the two girls I was with and I peppered the counter guy with questions: “Is the chicken free range?” (no, but it’s “nitrate-free”) “Do you have X organic wine?” (they said they didn’t, but then brought out that exact wine and asked if it would work? yes, yes it will.) And the kicker: “Do you think you could take that Berkley pizza and put it on a salad?” I don’t know what made me get this hairbrained scheme, except that the Berkley, with its soy cheese and veggie burger crumbles and pesto and zucchini and tomatoes sounded pretty darn good, but I wasn’t willing to waste my carb consumption on crust when I knew I wanted a beer later. So the lovely counter guy, who we later learn is named Austin-apropos!-, nods and says, “Sure, ok, let me just figure out how to ring it up.”
Score. When the salad came out, it had no pesto, but everything else was there and I was happy as a clam. Or veggie burger. At a pizza place. With my organic wine. (This is a bad quality iphone pic)
But the best part about it was the counter guy’s easygoing attitude about it all. Like there was nothing odd about us asking a million questions, taking ten minutes to place three salad orders, and then getting his name and email so we could invite him to our Blondes v Brunettes Happy Hour on Saturday. (By the way, we are putting together some freakin’ SWEET gift bags. You’re gonna want to come on Saturday and buy your ticket, you get a free bag with ticket purchase!!)