We are gonna have to take a little stroll over to New York for this one peeps, so pop on your most comfortable walking shoes. On our first trip stateside, Mr. Boo and I, travelled with a group of friends, one of who is a professional holidayer (it is a word before you go off and check, well maybe not, but it is now). He researches everything, checks out all of the best restaurants and bars and does a little map recy so he knows exactly how to get everywhere with minimum hassle and time. This is the best type of person to make a virgin voyage to New York with in my humble opinion. It is such an overwhelming place that an out of towner could feel a little intimidated by it's size and pace and miss out on so much. So with our tour guide at the helm we were bound to find some greats whilst there.
On our 1st night, weary from travel and time zone changes we decided to ease ourselves in with his recommendation, John's Pizzeria in Greenwich Village. We ordered 3 pizzas between 8 and in all my life as a little Irish cailin I had never seen pizzas as big, well except in Friends and the like. They were mahoosive, and oh so yummy. We filled our tummies and were reenergized for the rest of our holiday. Almost as good as the pizza themselves is the atmosphere that is always present. The place is a hive of activity, always, and the graffitied wooden wall panels fit it just perfectly. John's has remained our 1st night haunt every time we have visited since.
We started our honeymoon in New York and as always had planned a trip to John's on arriving. We were both pretty whacked; understandably, we had just planned a wedding and had the most hectic week of our lives. I decided a quick shower to freshen up was the order of the day and then a little 'rest' on the bed while Mr. Boo showered. When he emerged form the shower I was out cold and no amount of prodding or poking from him could wake me. We both woke the next morning, me feeling completely refreshed, him feeling a little off colour. That evening he was still not 100% but would not hear any suggestions from me that we head back to the hotel and order room service so he could rest. No, he couldn't come to New York and NOT visit John's so off we went.
We were seated in a booth along the wall. Next to us was a long table with a large group of friends, and we both remarked how it was reminiscent of our own group on that first trip. Our pizza was delivered to the table and perched atop one of those stands usually reserved for an order of two pizzas. We both ate a slice but it was clear Mr Boo would not be able for anymore. He reached for his drink and as he did so he knocked the pizza from it's stand and sent it flying through the air. We both looked on open mouthed as it flew up into the air and then came crashing to the floor with a very large bang, smearing it's toppings down the jacket of the man sitting with his back to us. Not good.
At this stage everyone was looking at us, except one person who was looking at his jacket. Oh no, I was wrong, now he's looking at us too. Crap! Our waiter was at our side in a jiffy, cleaning up the mess and apologising. We were blushing horrendously and apologising. Your man was attempting to clean his jacket and scowling. Our waiter then declared he would be back shortly with a replacement and would not take no for an answer. We just wanted to leave. Mr Boo could not face eating another bite and now he was going to have to eat at least two slices to be polite. Your man was still scowling and making exaggerated attempts to clean his jacket. OK, OK we know we just destroyed it, we're sorry. A couple of pitchers of beer sent to their table by means of an apology and it would seem we made a friend for life, no more scowling and a very warm goodbye as he left. Phew! Now we just had to worry about how we would get through a fresh pizza. We managed it, we ate enough to be polite, left a very generous tip for our kind waiter and have returned since to enjoy the hospitality and our pizzas, event free, thankfully. So there you have it, my favourite pizza ever comes courtesy of John's Pizzeria, but the ones that are made in my own kitchen are definitely my second favourite, hands down.
Yeast Free Pizza Base
425g Flour
1tsp salt
2tsp baking powder
200mls milk
80mls olive oil
1. Preheat oven to 220°C/425°F/Gas 7.
2. Combine all of the ingredients and knead the dough for 3 mins.
3. Place the dough in a bowl, cover with cling film and rest for 20 mins.
4. Divide the dough in half.
5. Roll out the dough to 5mm thickness.
6. Place on a baking tray.
7. Dress with toppings of your choice.
8. Place in the preheated oven for 20 minutes.
Tomato Sauce
(this recipe will yield enough to cover the 2 pizza bases from the above dough recipe)
This recipe is not from a book, it is just one that I have made to accompany the base and is to my taste. Feel free to make any adjustments to suit your own tastes.
2tbsp Olive Oil
2 Cloves Garlic (finely chopped)
2tsp Dried Rosemary
350ml Tomato Passata
1tsp Sugar
Salt and Black Pepper to season
1. Heat the oil in a pan over a medium heat and when it is warm add the garlic and rosemary.
2. Allow the garlic to cook for a couple of mins to release it's flavour and then add the tomato passata.
3. Add the sugar and stir to ensure it is evenly distributed.
4. Turn up the heat and allow the passata to bubble, reduce the heat again and leave to simmer for at least 5 mins.
5. When the sauce has thickened slightly taste and season with salt and pepper if required.
6. When ready to dress the pizza base spoon on some of the tomato sauce and spread evenly over the dough stopping approx 5mm short of the edge.
Stay tuned peeps as I plan a follow up to this post over the next few days. I'm sure you just can't wait.
