Otto’s Pizza

For me, summer’s about lazy dinners, nights out with friends, and catching up over lunch on the weekend.  This means trying new foods, and finding new twists on old favorites.  A tried and true favorite of many?  Pizza.  Everyone has their preferred toppings, be it meat, various cheeses, vegetables, sauces, and more.  My favorite is a white pizza with mashed potatoes, bacon, and scallion.  While it sounds far-fetched, it’s actually quite delicous and amazing combination of flavors.  Another personal favorite is pizza topped with tortellini.  Both of these delectable concoctions can be found at one of Otto’s several locations around Boston or even their location in Portland, Maine.

Otto’s is slowly expanding their list of locations as their pizza becomes a favorite of many.  For those who just want a piece, head on in and pick from a variety of pizzas ready and waiting.  Happy to warm them up for you, Ottos will supply you with an amazing blend of flavors atop a warmed and tasty crust.  The slices are large and can easily fill a plate so if you’re unable to finish or are on the run, they can put them in a bag for you.  Otto’s also sells by the pie, select from a yummy variety on their menu and prepare for a delicious meal.  Whatever pizza you choose, Ottos is sure to keep your tastebuds happy and intrigued as you explore a whole new world of pizza topping combinations from butternut squash, ricotta and cranberry to pulled pork and mango and classics like cheese or sausage and vidalia onion.

The Library

In the corner a box full of dusty forgotten books lies lifeless.  Left to be sorted another day they continue to wait for a moment that never seems to come.  Shelves and shelves of epics, novellas, tall tales, and autobiographies line the walls of this grand room.  A sturdy wooden table sits in the middle of the room, accompanied by a chair whose cushions slouch and sink down into the evergreen abyss.  Commanding a view of the most recent work, the chair is faced towards the shelves that fill with new material as classics make their way off to the side.

Despite its size, the room doesn’t seem to echo and a sense of peace blankets the area.  A lone figure perches upon a ladder, searching for a book high up in the stacks.  Her glasses slide down her nose and she pauses to readjust them before continuing to slide her fingers along the well-worn spines.  Finding the story that had tried to escape, she grabs the book and makes her way down the ladder.  As she steps towards the table her fingers begin to buzz with excitement.  She plunks herself into the chair, places the book on the table and turns to the first page.  Devouring the story, she is once again immersed in the scents, tastes, textures, sounds, and emotions she felt when she created the story.  She is overwhelmed with a desire to pull out and revisit all the other related stories, even the ones in the box in the corner.  Alas the story ends and the sounds and scents disappear as quickly as they came.  She returns the book to the shelf and returns to the table.  Pulling out her trusty pen she begins to write the newest tale.  She prefers to record everything as it happens in the moment.  She must get every detail just right so she can keep an accurate account of everything that happens.  As time moves on and she relives older stories, she makes edits and adds embellishment without changing the essence.  She places more books in the dusty box in the corner and furiously records new chapters.

She never leaves.  Day in, day out she is always working to make sure her records are accurate and up to date.  Sometimes it takes her a little longer to find all the volumes in the story, but she’ll always try her best.  You see, as the memory keeper she has quite a demanding job.  She pulls out older anecdotes while she composes new ones and as I close the door to let her continue her work, I step back out of my mind and return to the present moment.  I continue to experience life and she continues to record.

Pikalo

There was something about conquering my fear of needles and getting a tattoo that made me ravenous.  It also could have been that it was lunchtime.  Regardless, I was in luck because one store over was a delicious little place called Pikalo boasting “big taste! … in one bite!!”  They couldn’t have been more right.  Serving empanadas, sandwiches, juices, and tasty smoothies, they are a great place for lunch.  Craving beef, I ordered the cheeseburger and was not disappointed.  Putting their own twist on the cheeseburger, they topped it with lettuce, onion, and a yummy sauce I couldn’t get enough of, and they included perfectly crispy, seasoned french-fries on the side.  It was delicious.  I also enjoyed a strawberry smoothie which was refreshingly sweet and paired well with my savory lunch.  In a great location with friendly staff, Pikalo is a tasty  lunch spot in Jamaica Plain I will definitely go to again.