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Coney Island Pizza – Poway

**Update: Coney Island Pizza has become Sweet Home Chicago, but still offers many of Coney Island’s pizzas.**

There’s this place I feel compelled to tell you about.  Except, it’s not perfect and there are some things that get us frustrated every time we order, and it’s kind of out of the way, so I don’t want to rave about a place you may not love.  Having said that, it’s become out order out default choice, much like Chinese take out to other people (although, not really any one I know).

I am not ashamed to admit that my favorite pizza used to be a thin crust sausage, mushroom, and pepper pizza from Papa John’s.  Add some totally unhealthy (and might kill you) garlic “butter” sauce and a pepperocini and I was a happy gal.  Some of our friends like NY Giant Pizza (in some form or another), I like to believe because of the convenience it brings to feeding a lot of people at once.  Even Oggi’s pizza has some merit, especially the one with white sauce and a ton of garlic.  Today, I’m announcing that from here on out, when I think of pizza, I can only thing of the Spinach Ricotta Pizza from Coney Island Pizza.  I’d also like to note that the menu on their website is way different from the menu we picked up and use when ordering.

We’re always getting coupons from pizza places in mailers and the paper.  T has been searching for a good stromboli (although, no one has produced a cheesesteak stromboli on the West Coast) and he keeps these coupons in our Restaurant Coupon folder.  Somehow, some weekend, we ended up on a search for Coney Island Pizza and found it down Poway Road (past the car dealers) in the same strip mall as the mediocre Thai place.  We had their stromboli (fresh, hot, tasty, really hot) and a mini cannoli (it was okay, nothing special, but they did fill it when I ordered it so it was still crispy).  T seemed to approve of the place.  Then, some later weekend, when we were probably doing yard work or housework or something that involved me getting tired, dirty, and sweaty, he called them up to see if they would deliver a pizza.  We ended up with half Spinach Ricotta and half something that had meat.  The pizza crust is as thin as you can get, crispy and chewy but not too chewy, and the toppings were very yummy.  I pretty much fell in love with the fresh ricotta sitting on the pizza.

Now, they have a very small delivery area.  The first time we called for a pizza, there was actually some discussion of whether or not we were too far away for them to deliver.  I think it we were any closer to Pomerado instead of Community, we would have had to pick that pizza up ourselves.  This means that any of you who live west of us are not going to be able to get a pizza delivered.  But you can come to our house and we’ll share a pie with you.

We’ve gotten their pizza 3 times now, every time with half Spinach Ricotta, half something with meat (this part changes under T’s direction) and always when we’re too tired to cook something up and too dirty to go out to eat.  There are always leftovers (2 slices from the large is enough, don’t try to eat another half slice or you’ll be too full – trust me) and they toast up perfectly the next day.  It’s simple, not too saucy, not too bready, and you know it’s a hit when T doesn’t leave any crusts for the dogs.  He’s also pretty fond of their italian ices, which come in little styrofoam cups and you have to scrape the surface with a spoon to make it icy.  He says he likes them better than Flavors italian ice in Carmel Mountain (I know!)

Coney Island Pizza looks like it’s been there for a while, so I’m not too worried about them going out of business.  They’re certainly not in a convenient location for a lot of people, but if you have a chance to go, I do recommend them.  They have a lot of non-pizza things for lunch and I think they also sell pizza by the slice.  And it’s yummy.  I almost wanted nothing but pizza for a week after that first one.  It’s so good, I would probably still eat it even if the dog licked it while my back was turned.  I mean, that hasn’t happened (that I know of, with pizza) but if it did I’d still eat the slice.  It’s not so delicious (or expensive) that I would pry it out of their mouth and eat it, something I’ve witnessed with a chocolate truffle back in the days before chocolate truffles were everywhere.  Ahem.

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Newsflash

Palm Springs, in the middle of August, is freakin’ hot.  I know… it boggles the mind.  After the second weekend in a row of being out of town, I am very happy to be home.  Home, where I don’t have to deal with a suitcase or mini bottles of shampoo, housekeeping that thinks it’s a good idea to set the AC to 85 degrees, a thermostat that keeps falling off the wall, and crazy heat.  It was an extremely fun, extremely exhausting, and extremely productive weekend.

The dogs missed us so much, they left a dead opposum in the backyard for us.  And some dug up sod, that apparently was put back before I ever saw it.  There are already some dying pee spots that I can see, but I knew this would happen going in.  I think once the grass gets established, we’ll be in a better position to keep it healthy.  Right now, it’s still just sod that you could essentially pull up in one piece.

Just another summer day

Oh, I know, the posts around here have been few and far between.  I have no excuse other than the fact that life keeps getting in the way.  I come home from work and we try to get dinner going so we’re not eating at 8:30 pm every night.  Then there are dishes to do, dogs to pet, e-mail to check, maybe a DVR’d show to watch and before you know it, it’s bedtime.  I have countless photos on my digital camera to sort through and upload.  T has piles of actual photos waiting to be sorted and placed in albums.  When do I have time to sit and write about the little day-to-day things we’ve been doing?  I feel like we barely have time to even do the day-to-day things…

So, we went to Vegas, we came back from Vegas, and then we discussed Vegas.  We’ll just say it was a trip that made me realize my pretend-to-be-nice functions aren’t all that functional.  So, if anyone out there has ever wondered if I actually like them or have been faking it the whole time, rest assured I must actually like you.  Because I am lousy at faking it.  I feel very lucky that I am dating someone who doesn’t actually get mad at me (aside from drunk argumentative statements), doesn’t hesitate to apologize first, and is able to calmly discuss problematic situations without getting defensive or illogical.  This helps, because I have a tendency to get defensive and throw out radically illogical statements sometimes.  I’m also fortunate to be with someone whose main concern is always my well-being and comfort.  It is a comforting and cherished feeling to know that someone has put you first in his life.

We also started “menu planning” for the week’s dinners.  This really only works if you’re able to do one big shopping trip on the weekend.  Doing it after work means you get home later, which makes dinner later, which delays the option of twice-baked potatoes because those suckers take a LONG TIME.  Also, buttering the outside of the tortilla for quesadillas makes a big difference.  I highly recommend taking the caloric plunge to do so. 

Salt has become my new best friend in the kitchen.  I mean, I’ve always used salt and I know that when food tastes flat it’s really just lacking salt.  Salt brings hidden flavors out and makes everything alive.  Brines add moisture and flavor to just about any meat out there.  But lately, I feel like I’ve really been testing that theory and I feel a little bit dumb when I realize how true it all is.  Before we grilled lamb chops, I sprinkled them with salt and let them rest.  Every bite of lamb was juicy and full of flavor.  Yum.  When we grilled ribeyes, I just sprinkled them with kosher salt and let them sit, instead of adding the Montreal Steak Seasoning we usually use right before grilling.  Even though the steaks were mildly beyond medium/med-rare, each bite tasted heavenly and like a happy cow.  The other night T used the rotisserie to cook a chicken, a chicken liberally spiced and salted and each inch of chicken meat had flavor and was delicious.  Granted, I know the juiciness has to do with cooking method and not overcooking it, but I can’t help but feel that salt played a good part in those meals, too.  It kind of makes me want to read Salt: a World History.

Let’s see, what else… Maya the pup is still cute as ever and it makes my heart twitter when she gets so excited to see me that she cries.  I love that dog, even though she’s not mine.  Cassie would never let her come home with us, anyway.  Any time Maya comes near me, Cassie runs up and sits next to me, letting me know that she’s my girl, not this wiggly dog.  I do love Cassie… she’s my favorite. 

The sod is being installed today!  I think that marks the end of the landscaping project!  Except for the plants we need to buy and plant.  And the drip system that we need to install to water the plants we haven’t planted.  Yay!  I can’t wait to get home and see new grass.  It’ll be so awesome.

Also, in totally boring news, Poway finally started (restarted?) issuing rebates for low-flow toilets, which means it’s time to swap ours out (because they’re leaking and old anyway).  Every time I look at them, I know they need to be replaced, but I’ve been waiting for the rebate program to kick in.  Why not save some money?  So, now I’m trying to decide if we want to go with a dual flush toilet or not.

There you go.  There’s my update.  See?  It’s not like we’ve been globe-trotting or working to solve global warming.  We’ve just been living life and trying to enjoy the rest of the summer.

Need more weekends

Somehow, it became August right under my nose.  It happens all the time; months fly by so quickly more often than now.  So why does it always surprise me when I realize we’re in a new month already?  Right now, I’m looking at a month of weekends already scheduled.  A month of weekends full and busy and lacking free time.  Don’t get me wrong, they’re full of fun plans and it’ll be exciting and enjoyable.  But weekends at home, without definite plans, make me pretty happy at the moment.

T went deep sea fishing on Saturday and came home with dorado and albacore.  Not as much fish as last year, but enough that we’ll be happy to see the end of it (when that finally comes).  Last weekend he had to work on Saturday, and since my weekends feel more like weekends when he’s around, it’s kind of like I’ve had half-weekends recently.  We still get a lot accomplished, though.  A late morning motorcycle ride and we also put together the patio dining set and gazebo and assembled the new grill.  Then we grilled lamb chops, corn, and potatoes on it, along with a quasi-apple crisp (it was a complete meal cooked on a grill!) and ate it in the new gazebo.

I have to say, I’m loving our new backyard.  Saturday morning, I ate breakfast on the patio and was so happy.  Then I made T join me for Sunday breakfast on the patio.  At dinner, when the inside of the house was still warm and stuffy, a light breeze through the gazebo made our meal cool and enjoyable.  It’s just all come together so nicely… and the grass isn’t even in yet!  We’ve made an informal pact to spend the rest of summer in the backyard as much as possible.  There are still plans to get some patio lights, a deck box, and some solar lawn lights, but it’ll get there little by little.

So, every weekend we’re home, we get our home a little closer to the way we want it.  Which is why I like weekends at home, despite the fun we have when we’re away.

quiet times

Actually, I was going to say that it’s been quiet around here (here = “blog”) because nothing much has been happening.  But, when I think about it, that’s not quite true.  We’ve actually been up to a lot of things; I’m just lazy and haven’t felt like spending an hour or so in front of the computer to tell you about it.

First, there’s some silly post on Chow about whether regulars at restaurants should get special treatment (I’m sure there’s also speculation on whether Chow is just making up these submitted “questions”).  One of the responses counters that they shop at Walgreens “regularly” and have yet to receive free gifts or special treatment.  That’s a pretty good way to look at it, I suppose.  Just because you go somewhere often (I mean, I shop at Vons at least once a week) doesn’t mean you’re entitled to free offerings.  I suppose some people enjoy being recognized where they dine, but I’d be happy if I always had consistent service and food.

We just spent a whirlwind weekend in Colorado to visit T’s friends.  I like his Colorado friends.  I told him that if we ever had to live somewhere else, we could live there because he has lots of friends there and I actually like them (as opposed to the one somewhere else I do not like… ahem).  Besides being social, we also toured Coors (now owned by Moulson but in a US joint venture with Miller), went to the Rocky Mountain National Park, ate yummy expensive food at The Fort, and relished the glory that is Casa Bonita.  We’ll be back in October for the Great American Beer Festival and then again next year, I suppose, to meet the new babies that will have arrived.  Whew!

There is a cooler holding 5 gallons of vanilla porter we made.  I didn’t like it earlier, but I feel like I’ve bonded a bit with it now.  I’ve been checking on it, noting the temperature, changing ice packs, watching tiny bubbles, and measuring the specific gravity.  I suppose you could say the beer’s matured, too, turning into a more likeable end product.  So, it’s grown on me and I like it now.  I think it’ll be fabulous once bottled, carbonated, and properly chilled.

The backyard is transforming before our eyes.  The patio is done, mulch is spread, the sod area has been rototilled and now we just wait to see if weeds appear.  If not, the sod goes down and we’re done!  Voila!  (Note to internet: that is a French phrase meaning “look there!” and is not spelled “Wolla” or any other odd way.)  I am very much looking forward to lounging in our new backyard.

Gopher = still there.  See also: pain in my rear, hard to kill, and better-not-eat-my-lawn.  Hearts is who we hired to gas the little sucker and I swear all they do is tick him off.  We call, they “gas” (I’ve never actually witnessed this activity), and two days later I find more holes.  More holes than before, in fact.  We call again, they “gas” (for free!, under the guarantee.  Amusingly, the invoice for the follow up reads FU Gopher, which is how I feel), more holes appear.  We’ve now given up calling Hearts for help.  Now I just shake my fist and curse them under my breath.  Okay, I curse them loudly while standing in the backyard.

My mom would be happy to know that T does not allow me to ride my motorcycle anywhere he does not deem a fit environment for my unskilled self.  I am allowed to putter around to my heart’s content in empty, wide parking lots but had not been granted access to empty streets or quiet neighborhoods.  I am quickly learning that he actually knows a thing or two and should be listened to on such matters.  The other night we went for a quick ride around the neighborhood and I was allowed to ride my own bike (I know! I was as surprised as you are!) and let me tell you.  It is very different from riding laps in empty parking lots.  There are things to look out for!  People walking around!  Cars parked on the streets!  Potholes!  Stop signs and intersections!  It was a little scary, although, also a tiny bit thrilling and satisfactory.  So, lesson learned: T is right when he says you are not ready for anything beyond the parking lot so stop pouting.  Bonus: he’s also the first one to be excited for you when you manage to ride outside the parking lot and 1) not fall and 2) not hit anyone or anything.  I think I’m not ready to graduate to riding on empty industrial streets.  Actual streets with actual traffic is probably very, very far away.

Umm.  I think that’s it.