Passover ended Monday, thank goodness. We had one week of a semi-Atkins diet, because once the matzo ball soup ran out, we couldn't stomach any more matzo. It was a week with no bread, tempura, noodles, pretzels, muffins or beer. Technically, we aren't supposed to have sodas either, but we skirted that rule by drinking some Mexican Cokes (corn syrup is a no-no).
After extensive deliberation about where we were going to eat with our family (someplace amazingly bready that had beer), we ended up deciding on Star Pizza. We've been to Star Pizza many times, but never with the bread-lust we had this visit.
It was a beautiful evening, so we grabbed a table outside and asked for a Shiner (oh beer, how you were missed) and an order of roasted garlic ($6) while we were waiting for the rest of our party to show up. The garlic was perfect, pungent, sweet and creamy. It tasted amazing with the provided goat cheese and sun-dried tomatoes. The French bread it was served with, however, was unusually dry.
That didn't stop our dinner party, we nearly stuffed ourselves on this appetizer, and left little for the waiter to take away. It was enough to feed two people in itself. However, we decided that eating just garlic and bread for dinner might be something that would not agree with us later.
Our pizza was perfect - we got a
margaritaMargherita, deep dish on wheat, and added some ground beef ($14). We didn't get the most adventurous pizza ever, but it was exactly what we needed after the week. After a couple of beers and half a small pizza, we went home and collapsed in a happy carb-induced coma.