Who in their right mind abandons a pizza? Who has the heart to desert a perfectly fine pizza on the ledge of a pizza-truck pick-up window?
Door County Brewing Co.
I witnessed the culprits recklessly strolling away with a red blinking restaurant pager in tow—one too many craft beers to notice.
It was a bustling Friday night at Door County Brewing Co.’s outdoor beer garden in Bailey’s Harbor WI.
Echoes of live music from the indoor taproom bled into the air and a bonfire flickered a mellow glow over rows of packed picnic tables. Amidst the patrons, I spotted the highlight for which I’d come to explore.
Beyond the brews of Door County Brewing Co. they provide some delicious eats; epic meat and cheese boards, corn dogs and push-pops; but I was after the pizza-truck parked out back called Harbor Pizza. With a “mobile stone oven” local restaurant Chives had expanded their operation and set up shop to serve pizzas to brewery customers. It appears they feature about three different 12-inch varieties on any given night.
No, pizza is going to waste on my watch.
As I walked by to glance at the menu and observe their outdoor operation, I admired the steady stream of pizzas lining up as customers would approach and trade in their restaurant pagers for their pies.
As the night progressed, each time I’d pass by I couldn’t help but notice one little pizza at the end of the counter that was never picked up. Every so often I’d crane my neck from where we were sitting and notice all the other pizzas joining their owners and that one pizza continually going unclaimed.
With closing time approaching, I couldn’t help but meander over to the disregarded pie and inquire about its future. A kind dread-locked pizza-truck employee wielding a pizza peel gently turned around from tending the oven and noticed me gesturing towards the pizza. “Did someone forget their pizza?” I asked.
“No one ever came back for it, man”
I had to ask whether it’s next home would be the overflowing bar trash can or if someone was going to claim it and to my utmost excitement my newfound hero replied: “you want it?”.
The good samaritan then spun his charred pizza paddle, swooped in to pick up the pie and slung it back in the oven with a smile on his face. A true gentleman indeed (he even gave us a box!).
A few minutes later and the pizza was piping hot and back in business with a giddy new family. I chuckled all the way home, pizza box open in hand, reliving the silliness of the moment; the forgotten pizza resurrected and gifted by the kind-hearted pizzaiolo.
What pizza taught me:
It never hurts to ask the pizza-lovers proverbial question “is someone going to eat that?”. Never leave a pizza behind (or a loved one for that matter).
What I’m eating: Abandoned pizza at Harbor Pizza pizza-truck at Door County Brewing Co. in Bailey’s Harbor, WI.
What I’m reading: Own the Day, Own Your Life: Optimized Practices for Waking, Working, Learning, Eating, Training, Playing, Sleeping, and Sex -Aubrey Marcus