I have news, folks: Blaze East Side is no longer on Hope Street. Instead, they moved a couple miles down the road into Hope Artiste Village and are now Blaze Village Kitchen.
Instead of two dark rooms, they have one giant, airy space.
And they still line their windows with rows of warm-colored throw pillows. Moonie says they’re quite comfy.
Moonie’s next Lord of the Pies stop was Tomato City Pizza in Providence.
He paused outside to admire their logo, which he’s considering getting as a tattoo.
Once inside, he hopped up on the counter, shouting, “This must be the place!” I think on some level he’s convinced that he really is the Lord of the Pies.
Moonie has been to Nice Slice many times, sometimes to enjoy the yummy and affordable pizza and sometimes to admire the Shepard Fairey artwork splashed all over the walls. On Friday, after checking out Black Friday Record Store Day a few doors down at What Cheer Records + Vintage, Moonie had only pizza on his mind.
Well, first he had soda on his mind. The dude loves Pellegrino. He is terrible at making decisions because he’s afraid if he chooses one flavor, the other flavors will feel bad. Sometimes this results in us having four different cans of soda, which Moonie’s dentist probably wouldn’t approve of.
We had the same trouble choosing a slice of pizza for Lord of the Pies. They all looked so good!
After Luigi’s, Moonie and I headed just a few doors down the street to Fat Boys Pizza, a fairly new business in the Bond Plaza in Johnston.
Moonie was drawn immediately to their philosophy.
And he liked their health advice, too.
“Ooh, look! Games!” he squealed, scrambling up onto a Jenga.
“Wait, Moonie, that’s not how you -” I started to protest, but all the wooden pieces came tumbling down, along with a giggling Moonie.
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Moonie and I went to Luigi’s Gourmet Express & Restaurant last week to try a slice of pizza. Moonie immediately oohed and aahed over the long waves of shiny counters featuring all kinds of sweet and savory treats.
He equally oohed and aahed over the little display of sweets when we ordered our slice. (Yes, he got a cookie. I’m not a monster.)
He ran ahead to grab us a table and popped out from the little vase of decorative grass, yelling “BOO!” as I walked up with our order. Got me, you little goober.
Last Monday we headed out to Uncle Tony’s for our next Lord of the Pies stop.
November was finally catching up to us, and it was a chilly night. Fortunately, Moonie quickly found a way to warm up: hot chocolate.
He then studied the giant menu with great care.
And studied his reflection with even more care, while pretending to select some songs.
Last Sunday night, Moonie and I pushed ourselves through the cold November rain and into the warmth of The Big Cheese & Pub.
He was immediately taken with the fishtank. “Fishies!” he kept squealing. The fishies didn’t squeal back.
I managed to pull him away from his swimmy little friends when we were seated at a table. Moonie immediately opened the menu.
“Look!” he shouted. “Little cheeses! That’s me!”
“That’s for wee little folks with wee little appetites,” I explained.
“Oh,” he said. “That’s not me.”
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Moonie: “Why did the turkey get in trouble?”
You: “Why?”
Moonie: “He used FOWL language!”
Moonie: “Why was the Thanksgiving soup so expensive?”
You: “Why?”
Moonie: “It had 24 carrots!”
Moonie: “Why did the turkey join the band?”
You: “Why?”
Moonie: “‘Cause he had drumsticks!”
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Dan and Moonie and I hit The Fire Brick Oven Pizza & Bar as our fifth Lord of the Pies stop. Our two coupons combined were good for a one-topping pizza, which normally costs about $16. The Fire’s brick oven pizzas are big and delicious (I’ve long been a fan of their margherita), and we were looking forward to choosing a topping!
First, we had to wait for Moonie to hug the candle on the table.
Then, we were served yummy warm rolls with a dish of garlic-filled olive oil to dip them in. Fancy stuff!
Oh, yay! My friend Dan had been my Lord of the Pies companion last year, but he hadn’t been able to join Moonie and me on our first few stops. But a couple of weeks ago the three of us finally checked out Elmwood Diner. I’ve been to the Elmwood for a bunch of delicious breakfasts and lunches since they opened last year – some of the many adventures from the spring and summer that Moonie and I have yet to get around to posting – but it was Dan’s first time there and Moonie’s and my first time trying their pizza. This should be good!
It was also my first time being there at night. The Elmwood recently changed to winter hours, so it’s open from 6 a.m. to 8 p.m. five days a week (closed Mondays and Tuesdays). Moonie loved the cozy evening ambiance, meaning he had to run around hugging each of the candles on the tables.
He also had to play hide and seek in the vintage-looking fridge holding bottles of soda.
And try on some shirts, too.
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