Friday night. The work week has chewed you up, spit you out, and left you staring at your fridge like it personally wronged you. You're not cooking. You're not even pretending you're potentially down with doing post cooking dishes.

You're calling Sidewall Pizza.

You put in your order like a pro: One large, hand-tossed 14-inch Lil Pep. Thin crust, crisped to golden perfection, with just enough chew to make you feel like the dough's had a spiritual awakening.

A Smoky Salad, packed with roasted broccoli, roasted corn, grape tomatoes, red onion, local chèvre, smoky candied walnuts, organic spring mix, and that basil dressing that could double as perfume from that one exclusive atelier.

Then, because you're not a quitter, a side of those pizza-dough twisted breadsticks, baked with an artist

See Full Page