At the Atlantic Antic yesterday...
We had wandered down east from the Henry Street sardine corner, and had not found the world's best schwarmas, just like last year. Oh well. At least I tasted them when I did. Their memory lingers. Then we walked past the wood-fired oven on wheels belonging to Pizza Moto. I saw them in action at the Yard, in the summer, with a line wrapped around the Gowanus Canal, and bailed after taking some pictures for Brokelyn.
At the antic they had one offering, which was wise, and it was standard Margarita.
If their supplies really come from Wild Edibles then even more respect is due...
They said they make 40-50 pizzas an hour.
The pies were $9 each and quite delicious.
Fresh, bright sauce, just-melted mozarella.
We sat on the kerb, feet in the gutter and dripped juice all over the place.
Vince and I felt like Jane and Michael Stern, at the soon to be defunct Gourmet, if you can believe it. Gourmet is to be shuttered. Where will Ruth and Coleman go now?