Shortly after moving to Atlanta three years ago, my wife and I were confronted with the sad state of pizza in Atlanta.
Hungry for a slice post-flick, we drove all over town looking for something, anything that resembled pizza. Not much was open, and we were forced to choose between Papa John’s and Domino’s. The pizza we ended up ordering looked something like this:
But the reality is… well, the reality is that the pizza in Atlanta is wallowing in a cheesy, oily, stringy pool of mediocrity. There, I said it.
I had an opportunity to attend a tasting last week at Jeff’s and I was completely blown away.
The pie is absolutely fantastic- and considering where we are pizza-wise in Atlanta right now, his soon-to-open Buckhead joint is as big a moment as Atlanta’s gastronomy scene has seen since I’ve been here. It’s just good food. It was developed by someone who genuinely loves what he makes- a nice contrast to the splashy “concept” restaurants that seem to open every other week.