Thank you for your lovely comments about my blog’s new look! I’m so thrilled that you like it just as I do. Huzzah!
Speaking of things that are worthy of being liked… did you know that Cedar City, Utah is home to a spectacular pizzeria specialising in woodfired pizzas, microbrew beer and carefully-chosen wine, and local produce?
Well, now you do. Centro Pizzeria stands at the opposite end of the spectrum to the Denny’s, Chili’s, and IHOP restaurants that beckon with glaringly bright lights from every main road, and is the kind of sophisticated-yet-welcoming restaurant I’d love to take my family to (in the parallel universe where I’ve convinced them to visit the Utah Shakespeare Festival and me at the same time).
Take, for example, the Margherita Pizza at the top of the post, with its burnished crust, hand crushed tomato sauce, Fior di latte mozzarella, and generous green-green-green sprinkling of basil.
Or the Rustic Bread, baked in the wood fired oven and served with herbed dipping oil and balsamic vinegar.
Or the Roasted Mushroom Pizza, which sent forth an intoxicating aroma of wood roasted cremini mushroomes, crème fraîche, and fresh thyme.
I wish I’d eaten more of these pizzas. Sometimes I get so focused on vegetables and dessert that I forget how good all the other food groups in the world can be.
(Yes, I did just classify pizza as an entire food group. Why not? I’ve also decided that IHOP pancakes are a separate food group, but you’ll have to wait for an upcoming post for more on that.)
Centro’s Summer Salad was pretty epic, though, combining fresh mixed greens with goat cheese, dried apricots, and a lemon basil vinaigrette.
But who are we kidding? I can make salad myself; what I should have ordered was an entire Four Cheese Pizza with roasted capsicum (bell peppers) Not To Share, because holy smokes was it good. Next time, Cedar City/Centro. Next time you and I are going to go big or go home.
No meal at Centro is complete without its signature dessert of rich vanilla gelato topped with olive oil, sea salt and balsamic reduction — remember that. Such deliciousness. The tangy yet sweet balsamic popped against the grassy olive oil and sparkling sea salt, all of which shone in tandem with the heady vanilla gelato. Yes. Remember that.
But you know what? At the end of the day, I will never love nor miss any pizza or gelato as much as the people I shared it with. So Lindsey, Sam, and Michael-Reflected-In-The-Sunglasses? Thank you for being better than pizza.