You know what’s a great idea? Hitting up a pizza buffet for lunch on Friday. Because nothing says I’m a professional like desperately trying to stay awake through an afternoon of meetings. Also fuck you if you schedule things on Friday afternoon. And fuck me, ’cause I scheduled things on Friday afternoon.
For all my refined, cosmopolitan tastes, I’m no stranger to a buffet. Golden Corral (which always struck me as a fairly cynical name for an all-you-can-eat place), Cici’s Pizza, Sizzler; I’m game for all of them. I’m a professional fat kid, after all.
Izzy’s hit exactly the right note – pan pizza was crispy on the bottom, savory sauce, good variety of toppings. I went for the meat and olive variety; my dining companion, an avowed sexual deviant and pariah his homeland, opted for pineapple. Portland may strive to be a tolerant place to live, but some people just take things too far.
They also have a ton of other stuff – fried chicken (tasty), Ribs (v. sweet), some really good looking mac and cheese, plus a bunch of things I can’t remember but were probably pretty good. They also have a salad bar, though if you’re going that route you’re never going to get your money’s worth out of a buffet. You gotta go with the big ticket protean, then pack it down with some carbs. Professional fat kid.
They’ve also got resoundingly mediocre chocolate pudding, which is one of my shameful favorite foods. It reminds me of elementary school cafeteria lunches- there was a kid in my fourth grade class who would smash tomatoes on his head. Doesn’t really have anything to do with pudding, but I’ve basically run out of folksy anecdotes to write about pizza.
It’s a pizza buffet – there’s a lot of it, it’s pretty good, and it wasn’t super expensive. Do with that what you will.
http://izzyspizza.com/