Well, M, being smarter than the rest of us, opted not to renew his contract when it was offered. He left KAF for the last time today. Sure, the job he’s taken back in Canada will allow him to see his wife everyday and eat home cooked meals but, mark my words, he’s gonna miss the smell of the poo pond in the morning and working with people who’ve gone charmingly insane. What the hell is he thinking?
In honour of his last day in KAF, T, J, M2, and I took him out to Mamma Mia’s for dinner. It seems that pizza is the default choice for goodbye dinners here. Pizzeria Mamma Mia is a sit down pizzeria that is the alternative to the New York Style Pizza take out place across the boardwalk. While it doesn’t have the strip mall-esque, chain restaurant feel of TGI Friday’s next door, it does a passable imitation of a mom and pop Italian restaurant despite the absence of mom and pop types or anyone who is even vaguely Italian looking.
While the New York Style pizza has a thick crust and lots of toppings, Mamma Mia’s is a very thin crisp crust and the toppings are good but a little spare…and somewhat odd. One choice was tuna. Now, I’ve seen pizza with tuna on it before…but that was in the Netherlands and you know how I feel about the Dutch and their choice of toppings for food! If you’re going to put fish on a pizza it had better damn well be anchovies. I love anchovies. Mamma Mia’s had anchovies last time I was here. Now they don’t. They do, however, have artichokes on their pizza. Perhaps they think anchovies and artichokes are share enough letters (7) so as to be interchangeable from a taste perspective. That is wrong in oh so many ways. And, once you put artichokes on the pizza, what the hell, may as well add some sweet corn, eh?
T, J and I all had the Supreme Pizza. It had the aforementioned artichokes and sweet corn along with salami, ham, “sausage”, mushrooms, and black olives. There was a warning on the menu that the olives “may contain pits”. Yup, they did. Weird.
M2 had the Hawaiian Pizza which, of course, had ham and pineapple. No surprises there.
M had the Meat Lovers Pizza which had salami, ham, and “sausage” . Essentially it’s a Supreme without the weird shit. M insisted I take a picture of it as soon as he realized that by “sausage” they meant hot dogs. Fine, technically a hot dog is, indeed, a sausage. Fuck you, Wikipedia. If it’s gonna have a sliced up hot dog on top the menu should damn well say “hot dog”.
Ya wanna hear the weirdest thing about this meal? It was bloody excellent! I’m partial to thin crust pizzas and these were really tasty. As he told us how he was cutting down on cheese to reduce his cholesterol levels, J smothered his Supreme in the proffered grated Parmesan. I don’t these pizzas needed the cheese any more than J did. They were plenty good without it.
If you like crispy crusts and
weird inventive toppings, I’d say Mamma Mia’s is your choice for pizza on the boardwalk.
“There’s a pizza place near where I live that sells only slices… in the back you can see a guy tossing a triangle in the air…”-Stephen Wright
I’m going to miss having M around if only because he would have the courtesy to laugh at all of my jokes, no matter how lame. We spent a lot of stressful, exciting, boring and ridiculous time together over the last 19 months. KAF will either bring out the worst or the best in people and M (almost) always kept a smile on his face despite rocket attacks, crazy KAF rules, Hades-like weather and mediocre food. He was my coworker and is my friend. I wish him well as he embarks on yet another career.
“You can always tell a real friend: when you’ve made a fool of yourself he doesn’t feel you’ve done a permanent job.”-Laurence J. Peter