Listen, I don’t always eat bougie pizza, but I had just spent several hours at a coffee shop working and breezed right past my lunch, so I snuck into the Pizzicato nextdoor in Northwest Heights and grabbed a slice. I was pleasantly surprised.
By the way, I know exactly what you mean about the pickled artichokes. I’ve been in Oregon long enough to have experienced this on several occasions, but in particular, Papa Murphy’s.
