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Sledge Hammers, Power Tools…and Pie

Friday, January 15th, 2010
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I have been a very bad blogger but as a New Years Resolution I will improve!

I think I left off somewhere along the lines of a rain soaked April…… We got going fast, real fast. Sledge hammers and some power tools. This was fun, this was dusty, shit, is that asbestos in them walls boy? NO. We forged on, we got help, and lots of it. This was over my head but the joy of destruction/creation was a fantastic motivator.

There were colors to pick, equipment to buy, menus to make, copius amounts of beer and wine to try. Quality control to keep the midnight oil burning. It was non-stop; day in day out decisions amidst the dust strewn remnants of the place that would become Pies and Pints.

As we forged along in the building, design, ideas, planning phase; we read, wrote, thought, tasted and tried all the ideas we had.

People often ask us how we come up with the combination’s of toppings on our pies. It comes from late nights at dingy bars talking about food after you just got finished feeding/serving people all night long, it comes from reading food magazines and cookbooks and incessantly talking about the ideas, then trying them. Sometimes it’s just downright thievery. What’s that they say about imitation being something or other… I forget. But I remember vividly the first time i tried a flatbread served with warmed goat cheese and rosemary. Salt Lake city, yeah we stole it, but made a few changes, and tweaked it until it was ours. Most of our ideas come from traveling, eating, drinking, cooking and being downright passionate about food. Next time we will delve into some of the great ones, some of the ones that didn’t work, and those that are written in the back of an old marble notebook.

Keep eating.

Why Our Pizza Is So Damn Good

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
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So, we go from pizza in Italy, and throughout America, we made it ours. Regional styles helped characterize good stuff from all over- New York, New England, Chicago, California.

All these styles of pie, and I still needed to make my own. There was a pizza guy named Mike working at my step-dad’s pizza place on Long Island. It was he who made two pies side by side with the same dough, sauce, cheese and they were two totally different pies. Why? because he made one traditional and one what he called bakery style. Cheese on top of the dough with the sauce lightly spread out over the top. Wow. Really, it was a revelation to me and I swore that when I opened my own place we would serve cheese down first on our pies.

And so we do. It’s our signature, the thing that makes it mine. Cheese first is cool in lots of ways, but mostly, it’s something we do that no one (okay, almost no one) does.

There’s other things, too. We used a quick cooked sauce which is probably considered blasphemy among pizza afficionados, but we played around and felt that the cooked sauce had SO much flavor- it tasted better than the uncooked. And, we’re not trying to be traditional; we’re just trying to be us.

More. Salt is a key. We oil and salt our crust so that at the end of the slice you have a special, salty, doughy snack. A delicious pizza bone.

Also, we like to cook our pies dark. I actually like mine nearly burnt (which we’ve stopped doing much to the happiness of our loyal guests). Sometimes we’ll send a pie out that someone might consider burnt. But it’s only charred. Big difference. Promise. I’m not saying that we have not burned a pie or two, but take a bite before you judge. Trust me.

I wanted toppings that rocked. Again, different. Specialty pies. They’re a compilation of travels, restaurants, dreams, and booze induced late night eating extravaganzas that Kim and I have had over the years. We’ve both traveled a lot, read a lot, and really eaten a lot (I probably win in that last category). Still, we wanted people to find something delicious, and out of the ordinary. We’re definitely doing that.

So there you have it. I think. For now at least. Good pizza takes many shapes and forms. I still always try to find the best pizza in the towns that I travel to. And I’ve had pizza that’s better than ours. Most (and I mean almost all of it) is not. That makes me very proud.

Pizza Through the Ages

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009
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A Pies & Pints Black Bean Pie

A Pies & Pints Black Bean Pie


I just returned from a trip to Long Island and NYC; my old stomping grounds. Had a few slices of pie and lots of discussions about pizza with all those who would listen (thank you, Tashia, for being all ears).

Started off with a couple of fantastic slices from Del Fiorre in Patchogue. This was the first place that showed me what pizza could be. Creative, authentic Italian toppings placed on an airy, crisp crust. They bake most of their pies in pans and the pies are a bit thicker than I prefer but -believe me- they are still doing their thing well.

Our pizza oven was actually purchased used from these guys a few years ago. Kim and I rented a U-Haul, met my old friend Mike Masem, and loaded it piece by piece into the truck. Then back to WV, where it sat in Kim’s garage for over a year. When we moved into the new spot we paid a pretty penny, and had it all put back together and tuned up. It is a workhorse of an oven.

Okay, the pizza. One night at a faux Irish pub on Long Island, with another one of my old cronies, Dave Brown. He brought in a pizza box from a nearby pizza joint. In it was:

• A slice of traditional Sicilian pizza, which is thick and cooked in a pan
• A slice of Grandma- a thin Sicilian slice with a plum tomato sauce
• And two slices of what was New York style pizza with California style toppings.

What’s the difference? Why is some pizza better than others? Is it really in the NYC water? And what makes Pies and Pints so damn good? All these questions and more were the topic of discussion that night.

Naples Italy is the birthplace of modern day pizza. Those of you who follow this and go over it with a fine tooth comb may say that that China actually invented a flatbread with toppings on it Millenia ago (yeah, and pasta too). But for our purposes lets go to Italy.

Technically pizza is nothing more that a flat leavened bread with sauce, cheese, and perhaps a few toppings on it. Or at least that was what the Italians gave to us. So Neopolitan pizza will be a traditional, authentic pizza, which is to say it will be very thin, slightly chewy, charred in a few places but not really crisp, it will have an uncooked tomato sauce and a little bit of cheese. Very few toppings on these pies and they are cooked quickly in a roaring hot wood-fired oven, somewhere in the 900 degree range.

Fast forward to the 40’s where pizza really took off with all the WWII vets returning home and craving pizza like they had in Italy. The whole thing really happened in NYC. Lombardis has the first license in America to serve pizza and they are still churning it out over one hundred years later.

New York style pizza is thin, but a bit thicker than Neopolitan, It is usually cooked in a gas-deck pizza oven, on a stone surface, it takes more liberties with the addition of toppings. Think pepperoni, mushrooms, canned black olives, peppers, onions, etc. It’s usually eaten folded out of hand. Ah, memories. This is the stuff I grew up eating. Fantastic, cheesy, a little oily, a lot delicious.

There are other regional pies, too. New Haven, Connecticut is the home to crisp, nearly cracker thin pies cooked in an irregular square/oval and served on a pan. Lots of cornmeal on the bottom of these pizzas. I’ve never had the pleasure to enjoy a pizza at Sally’s or Frank Peppes place, but one day… one day.

The closest I came was actually in Chicago at Piece Pizzeria and Brewery. This place is great, lots of fun, but… Chicago style pizza is big, thick, doughy, cheesy, and baked in a pan. Some people love it- I can’t say that I do. Hey, to each their own, it takes all kinds, and whatever floats your boat.

Heading out West to California, things get… weird. This is the place where creative chefs started putting crazy things on pizza in the 80’s, such as artichokes, smoked salmon, creme fraiche, squash blossoms, chorizo, you name it. Think Spago, Chez Panisse, and there’s a place called the Caioti Pizza Cafe where the owner Ed Ladou is considered the founder of GOURMET pizza. We at Pies owe him some reverence. One day there will be a pilgrimage to the West coast, anyone up for it?

For anyone interested in learning more, read the book, Pizza- A Slice of Heaven, by Ed Levine. There is and article in the June 2008 Wine Spectator that does a great job of discussing pizza. Also, GQ has an article by Alan Richman called American Pie, which is in this year’s June issue.

So, that’s where the foundation comes from, the oven where my dreams turned golden brown, you might say. Next time- How we took all that and turned it into Pies & Pints.

As The Pie Burns, A blog in many parts

Monday, September 21st, 2009
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Pies and Pints was born in my mind years before I met Kim Shingledecker at the wonderful Solitude Mountain Resort in SLC Utah. After having worked in the pizza business on Long Island for a long time; I moved on to a short stint as a brewers assistant at Long Islands own Blue Point Brewing Co. It was after this that I started thinking about combining creative pizza, world class beer, and good music in one environment.

Many journal entries later I moved out west to Utah. It was there that I met my business partner and the person who convinced me that we could open a restaurant with only $2,500 in each of our pockets.

Kimberly Shingledecker had already opened the Cathedral Cafe and sold it, this was good news to me. She had a place in mind, showed me some photos, and a few months later I pulled into Fayetteville during an extremely rain soaked April.

Wow! There I was in the quaint town Fayetteville. Enthusiastic, excited, ambitious, scared, worried. Does it rain like this all the time was one of my first questions to those I met. Assured that the sun does shine, the fact that we will do well, ( We were assured this by the kind gentleman who sold us our first piece of equipment in Utah, a scale) and the positive vibe from all the new locals I was meeting, we embarked on an adventure that continues to this day.