We met up with friends at a new wood-fired Italian Neapolitan pizza restaurant that opened 45 minutes north of Kansas City called Il Lazzarone. This is the same group with which we regularly try new restaurants, though I’ve been terrible about posting them all over the years. We sat inside for hours talking about everything from economics, rental properties, trust law, and oil stocks to the Catholic Church, steam saunas, and the new health care reform costs.
Il Lazzarone happens to be across the street from the same restaurant where Aaron worked as a teenager, which was appropriate because our brunch group has known each other since we were all 14 or 15, and, in one case, elementary school. The pizza place served only cane sugar colas, pour-over coffee from beans that were alive only five days ago, and cooked in this huge open kitchen with the ingredients out in plain sight. It was such a great feeling being inside, scent of the fire in the pizza oven as it began to get cold, dark, and windy outside. By the time we left, hours after arriving, the snow had begun to fall.
Both of us plan on returning in the next week or two with our family members so they can try it. If you’re in the area, and have a craving for Italian pizza, it’s worth a visit.
We ended up going home to hunker down for the rest of the night since there was a chance the roads would get bad with the ice and snow. There’s nothing like being in a warm house, with the fireplace going, as the wind howls outside.