Posts Tagged ‘Domino’s Pizza’
OK, so I am “late to the party” in trying Domino’s “new recipe.” Reason being, there are no outlets near my house. There used to be one within spitting distance, but at least a couple of different operators couldn’t make a go off it, despite being within blocks of a large college. So it was just circumstance that enabled me to finally try their new recipe.
Sidebar: are you old enough to remember the Mary Tyler Moore show, and that she lived in those high rise apartments in Minneapolis? I used to live in that building, and the population alternated between starving students and “dicey denizens.” Dominos was the only pizza place that would deliver to that neighborhood, so I consumed more than a few back in my salad days.
Now, nearly 40 years later, to me, the “new recipe” ain’t that big a change.
I had read lots of reviews online when the product first changed, and one overwhelming comment I read was “too much garlic.” Not so on my pie, but maybe they toned it down.
My thin and crispy was neither, and while the “Meatzza” toppings (pepperoni, ham, savory Italian sausage and beef topped with an extra layer of cheese) were ample, none of them stood out for flavor or texture. Looking at their website now, it appear that the baker opted to create the “hand-tossed” crust instead of the thin and crispy I ordered. It was lunch time, so they had a special medium price of $10.99, which wasn’t so bad.
Would I order again? Doubtful, unless I was on the road and Domino’s was my only option. To me, it’s no better or worse than Pizza Hut or any other comparable chain. If I just wanted “hot pizza-like product”, I’d opt for price point and go with cheap-o Little Caesars, at $5 for pepp, or $8 for three meat, no waiting required.
I do have to say, the single employee at the store was great, tho.
One thing Needles has going for it is it’s on Route 66. Ok, maybe that’s the only thing. But that usually means a town is chock-a-block full of old cheap motels, and roadside eateries. Needles succeeds in the first, but fails in the 2nd. My motel was great in its day. To say it needs work would be an understatement, but the owners try, I suppose.
An old postcard for the place says it is located on “Restaurant Row”. Someone forgot to tell the restaurants, which are long, long gone. Of course, “Restaurant Row” is in WEST Needles, maybe all the food is in EAST Needles.
I’m punchy tonight, 4th day on the road, I’m driving too much, eating too much, and sleeping too little. Hmmm, sounds just like home. Well, except for the driving thing, don’t do much of that at home, unless you count driving Mrs BDB crazy as ‘driving.’
Anyway, I spent a good portion of my adult life staying in four and five star hotels, all over the world, on someone else’s dime. I used to stay in motels like this earlier in my life, because it was all I could afford. Now, I am drawn to them in some odd way, when I am on these burger odysseys. If the lobby smells like curry, I know I’m in the right place.
I used to “read” the yellow pages when I would check in a motel. It let me know what the lowdown was on pizza places, and other vital services like “Escorts – Outcall.”
The Needles yellow pages were pretty slim. There were only two advertisers that had purchased half page ads, both Bail Bondsmen. Both ads said “specializing in domestic violence.” I guess now we know what goes on in Needles.
So what did I eat? Well, it was a pizza nite, so I asked at the gas station if there was a pizza place in town. The guy said, “sure, there’s a domino’s at the next exit.” I replied “I guess you didn’t hear me, I said PIZZA.”
He didn’t get the joke.
45 minutes, I was faced down smoring in a Meatza Feast on the bed of the seedy motel. It wasn’t a first for me.
Here’s what it looked like prior to meeting my face.