One of the saddest things about leaving D.C. was saying goodbye to Fireworks Pizza in Arlington. That and my primary care physician. And my favorite nail salon.
But I digress.
After MANY miles on the dusty road, I arrived in Petaluma with choyfriend (chef + boyfriend. this word combination is still under review. I recognize it isn't as good as "juit" or "suprenis"), only to be packed back into the car to seek sustenance in the downtown area with my aunt and uncle.
They led us through a quaint little mall to a black and red sign that promised rock and roll kitsch and pizza. Can you have one without the other?
A quick scan of their menu made it obvious that the east coast had a serious rival in this place. A list of great beers, cool cocktails, like my personal favorite, Sgt Peppercorn, and a solid variety of custom pizzas. A & U ordered the NFM, which, (sorry vegetarians) was a bit boring. Tasty, but the culinary equivalent of putting on some sweatpants. We ordered the Sweet Heat, and our taste-buds were rewarded for doing so. This taste explosion includes chicken, bacon, jalapenos (perfect combination of tang and spice), smoked gouda, mozzarella, and bbq sauce. Which we promptly covered in those dried chile flakes, because of course. My squirters went all squirty just thinking about it.
So we've gone back three times in the last three weeks, and ordered take out once as well. Their staff being awesome is a definite perk.
I'll reserve that 5th star until I've tried some other places in the area and can make a more educated comparison. In the meantime...we're probably eating there tonight.