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On a whim…or maybe it was a dare?….we drove to Phoenix recently to check out what all the shoutin’s about. (Turn’s out, there ain’t much shoutin’ at all.)
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Brock Radke threw down the gauntlet this week by comparing Summerlin pizza (mainly Grimaldi’s and Due Forni) favorably to the superior pies being produced at the east end of town (by Settebello and the original Grimaldi’s). ELV, demonstrating the diplomacy and pizza sense for which he is known, will not take sides in, nor enter this forno fray, but rather, simply chime in by suggesting two pizzas at DF that are worth a special trip: the thin-crusted piccante — strewn with hot soppressata, bufala mozz and fresno peppers — and the signature Due Forni pie — a mélange (ELV loves him his mélanges) of San Marzano tomatoes, house made sausage, Nueske bacon and pequillo peppers.
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At Buzz BBQ, our pork ribs looked like beef and our beef was chopped like pork and our roll was stale and the sauce(s) dreadfully commercial and the whole shebang so smoky after six hours and we still couldn’t get the smell off our lips.
Oh yeah, and those ribs were so tender (and completely separated from the bone) they could’ve been baby food — a sure sign of steaming or par-boiling.
For the privilege of enduring these affronts to our aficionado-ness, we drove to the ends of the earth on West Trop and paid $22.
Just thought you’d like to know.
BUZZ BBQ
Somewhere on West Tropicana