What do I want? Every Wednesday that question wracks my brain; whittle’s my wife’s patience to dust. So much pizza, so little time, naturally mind goes in circles.
We all face that daily dilemma between a finite caloric intake and an infinite amount of pizza possibilities. It feels as though we’ve got to pick our battles wisely; line up our cravings, shake ’em down and narrow down the cut. We’ve got to contemplate crusts, consider cheese to sauce ratios and collaborate topping combinations to ensure a perfect pizza night.
Really though, it’s often after we stop over-analyzing that pizza destiny knocks.
Tess and I gratefully had a babysitter on a Saturday night and set out to relive our glory days of frolicking around downtown Madison, WI. Fun for us comes from exploring uncharted culinary territory—our favorite past-time finding new restaurants.
To rekindle our spirit of adventure we wanted something new, something hip, somewhere we could observe Madison’s foodie elite. We figured after 6 years we’d hit every spot downtown, but we had left one rock unturned.
Natt Spil has no sign and only accepts cash, but is ever so welcoming to the weary capital square traveler. The space is as intimate as a Hobbit-hole; a DJ booth and globally influenced decor emit an aura that says “hot-spot for the hip”, the tattoed and those craving finely crafted cocktails. Apparently, it’s also for those who are hungry for Asian inspired Dim Sum and pizza?
The name is Norwegian (meaning “night play”) and the menu is equal parts Asian, Mediterranean and pizza and that’s exactly the eclectic, eccentric sort of thing we were after. I would say it’s Madison’s best-kept secret, but people have been telling me to go there for years.
Stepping into an unmarked door.
If you’re looking for Natt Spil just follow a trail of logs leading down an alley and you’ll hit their wood-burning pizza oven. The pizza has that great char and chew that you only find when your pie has been kissed by the flames of a raging hot wood-burning oven.
Tess and I opted for the Natt Spil Sausage that came delicately balanced with tomato, chevre, red onion and pepperoncini peppers (my favorite touch). Bites of sausage and pepperoncini peppers excited the tastebuds with an acidic tang to savory counterbalance.
Look no further.
Happiness and pizza are spun from the same dough. There are times in life when we don’t know what to do and maybe that’s when it’s more important than ever to detach and let the universe reveal the path.
Meditation master and spiritual leader Lama Gendun Rinpoche wrote: “Happiness cannot be found through great effort and willpower, but is already there, in relaxation and letting go.” “Don’t search any further… Nothing to do, Nothing to force, Nothing to want, and everything happens by itself.”
What Pizza taught me:
The harder we try for happiness the further away it gets; just like our satisfaction when we set the bar too high for pizza night. When we relinquish our desires and let life happen that’s when a crispy, pristine Natt Spil pizza unexpectedly plops itself in our laps.
What I’m eating: Natt Spil
What I’m reading: Robert Greene Mastery