Foodies all over the world make journeys and take treks to discover a new flavor. They’ll go to dangerous places to sample some new or exotic delicacy.
They’ll spend thousands of dollars to have these experiences and spend weeks of planning to do it. Well, that’s not me BUT, I did decide one morning to drive
350 miles for some pizza. I had always heard how the best pizza in the world was in Phoenix, Arizona at Pizzeria Bianco. I live in Los Angeles and have experienced Mozza so many times that I couldn’t believe that there was a better slice of pizza anywhere (New York and Chicago included because I’ve been to both). One Tuesday morning, I woke up at 5 am and decided to hop on the 10 east and settle this once and for all. Bianco is Downtown Phoenix and while it opens at 5 pm I had heard that if you don’t stand in line well before then you may not get in for the rest of the night. I arrived at around 2 and there was already someone waiting at the door. In the 3 hours leading up to the door opening the line grew 40 deep and I was glad I had made the early commitment the rosa with arizona pistachios, red onion and parmigiano reggiano was a nice surprise because I didn’t expect that combination to work, especially the pistachios. The Wise Guy with fennel sausage, wood roasted onions and smoked mozzarella really hit the spot. While nothing compares to Nancy Silverton’s Mozza dough, Bianco’s topping combinations are inspired and
perfectly balanced. The perfect pizza would be a fusion of the two and for THAT I would travel a million miles.