After a day of travel to downtown St. Pete utilizing the simply awesome Pinellas County public transportation system, the Belle of the Boulevard and I decided that a slice or two of pizza might be a good choice for dinner this past Saturday.
We have heard nothing but good things about Slyce Pizza Bar and since Slyce is just up the road from us on Gulf Boulevard we decided to mosey in for some pizza and a few adult beverages. We were greeted at the hostess station and immediately guided to a table with a window view. Workers were scurrying about, taking orders and busing tables.
After ten minutes of inactivity at our table I turned to my bride and asked, "Did we neglect to lower our Romulan cloaking devices?" "What?" she responded. "Are we invisible?" A lady busing an adjacent table responded with a vigorous, "You haven't been waited on yet?" For Margo, whom we discovered was the manager (busing tables?), that was simply unacceptable.
Erin, our very efficient server for the evening, promptly appeared and so did menus, our drink orders, along with a profusion of apologies. Margo is the epitome of a great manager. She has 14 years experience in food service, her customer care skills were beyond amazing, and I have no doubt that this episode would be discussed at the next Slyce management meeting.
The Belle and I were intrigued by the Slyce Italian Sushi Roll. "Sushi roll, you say?" Well, we are adventurous so, "Bring it on!"
Never would we have imagined eating with chopsticks in an Italian restaurant, but there we were practically inhaling these delights made with fresh organic arugula, cucumber, fresh mozzarella, and roasted peppers
wrapped in thinly sliced Prosciutto and drizzled with balsamic glaze and
Cusabi dressing. Heavens to Murgatroid were those sushi rolls ever good. I'd go back to Slyce just for those.
But, it was pizza my bride was craving, so pizza it would be.
We ripped into that Chicago Deep Dish pizza with a gusto that belied the fact that we are actually well fed piglets. This orgasmically good pizza was adorned with mozzarella on the bottom, and enhanced with ham, sausage, meatballs, bacon, more cheese and topped with sauce.
Other than being born in Chicago, I have never been to Chicago so I have nothing with which to compare this pizza, but I can't envision that them folks up north can do it any better.
A couple glasses of wine and a couple beers along with the sushi and pizza set us back $66.28. We tacked on an additional 20% for Erin. It may have been a rocky start, but Margo and Erin definitely set things right, and all it took was a polite, understanding attitude from us.