Search for the Perfect Pizza

There are a few things I am constantly on the lookout for--the perfect pizza, the perfect burger, the perfect guy ... you know, the usual. Some may call the quest for "perfection" futile, or some kind of Type A indicator but what I've found out about "perfection" is that all it means is what is perfect for you--so what is perfect for one probably isn't going to be what is perfect for another. Which is WAY less intimidating ... and probably something that would have been helpful to know growing up a fair skinned brown eyed, brown haired girl in Southern California. But I digress ...

So I had moved to Portland. Check. Had a job. Check. Found an apartment. Check. Had moved in. Semi-check. It was now time to get down to business. An old friend had road tripped up with me and was hanging out for a few days to see the Portland sites. So we cracked open the guidebook looking for a place to go to dinner and were pointed in the direction of a great pizza place--Bridgeport Brew Pub. It was in the "up and coming" Pearl District, had hops growing on the outside of the building and cool old picnic tables inside. You could get a pint and a decent slice of pizza. But best of all, when we walked in it reminded us of Pizza Port, a local San Diego pizza joint where we used to congregate with friends for pitchers, pizza and a few rounds of Crazy Taxi. Finding Bridgeport Brew Pub was warm and encouraging--eventually I'd meet Portland peeps and when I did, we would have a place to congregate.

Some time later, I'd take some friends there. The outside of the building looked the same, but the inside was all different. I was VERY confused and asked the hostess if I had walked into the wrong place. Nope, turned out Bridgeport had gone through a major remodel--it now had an open loft feel with high ceilings, black railings and the picnic tables were long gone. Unfortunately their their menu was gone as well--and it was no longer the place I remembered. The quest was back on. (Side Note: A friend of mine actually does eat here quite regularly and swears by their burger, I'm sure I'll go back once I recover from the shell shock.)

So the quest was back on ...

Yesterday a group of us ordered in Hot Lips Pizza and I've got to say, I was pleasantly surprised. The crust was thin, but still doughy, the sauce was sweet but fresh and the pie had a good blend of cheese that was crisped in all the right places. The slices of pepperoni and mushroom were generous. I have no idea what the ambience in this place looks like, or if you can get a beer. Even if you can't, I will definitely try it again ... especially if they have Crazy Taxi. A girl can always hope ...