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Pizza places are not generally known for their scenic views. All the pizza places I’ve eaten in over all my many pizza years have blurred together into a single prototype pizzeria: dark, shadowy, a single ceiling fan slowly wobbling in the middle of a white cracked plaster ceiling, peeling wood laminate booths. You can see the sunlight peeking in from a distant, dusty window on the other side of the restaurant. The glass paneled door gives a glimpse of a half-full strip mall parking lot or a cracked concrete sidewalk. Even seated at an outdoor table, you’re usually staring at a dumpster or an alley or a street crowded with cars parked on either side slowly leaking antifreeze onto the asphalt. The draw is not the ambience, it’s the food (and maybe a fountain Pepsi if you’re lucky). So when I heard about Angelo’s Pie in the Sky, I was intrigued. Word on the street was that the pizza maybe wasn’t amazing, but the panoramic view of the city from the 15th floor of a nursing home was. Ultimately pizza eating is about adventure and weird shit. And Angelo’s is clearly both.
Place: Angelo’s Pie in the Sky
Location: Roland Park, Baltimore
Pepsi: Fountain Pepsi with free refills. Dreamy. No Wild Cherry. Frowny face.
Price: $10.60 for a large plain pie/$12.50 for a large pie with 2 toppings.
Setting: We entered the towering, aging building through a glass enclosed entrance and headed into a dark, wood-paneled lobby. The sweet old woman at the desk took one look at us and said “Get in the elevator and hit the top button.” I guess we didn’t look like new residents or doting grandchildren. The fluorescent-lit elevator dropped us pretty much in the middle of the dish room. We headed around the corner to a big, unfancy room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. We were served by your average pizzeria server: a young, pregnant, sweet and efficient waitress who was liberal with the Pepsi refills. The crowd was a little sparse for a Friday night, but maybe everyone was ordering delivery from the comfort of their rooms below.
The Pizza: The crowd was a little split on this one, folks. We agreed on two things: 1) there was tons of cheese on this pie 2) the crust was pretty bland. I thought this was actually a really solid slice. SO much stringy cheese, good unobtrusive pizza sauce, and a slice that mostly managed my holy grail of pizza tasting: the cheese and crust and pizza all mix together and are hard to distinguish as distinct parts. Until you got to that last third of the pizza: bland doughy bright white crust. Michelle said, “I don’t love the crust. And I always love crust.” Listen, I usually throw half my crust in the trash anyways, I’m a middle-of-the-pizza kinda girl. But it really was a blob of blah cushioning a totally reasonable pie. Adria and Amy ordered a jalapeno and garlic pie, which was a kinda genius combo. It arrived with pickled jalapenos and garlic taste without those weird giant globs of diced garlic that pizzas sometimes have. Both pies were pretty greasy and the cheese was definitely provolone heavy: neither of which were bad things. I think Jacob summed it up best: “I’d definitely come back. But I wouldn’t come back often.”
Notable: Oh, notable things besides this being a pizzeria on the top floor of a towering nursing home? That’s not enough for you? Fine. The view overlooks a graveyard. A GRAVEYARD VIEW NEXT TO A NURSING HOME. That’s pretty notable, huh?
Weird Menu Items: The very vaguely named “Biggest Pizza Slice” is available only 12-5pm, according to the menu. One the way out I saw a giant tray of aluminum-wrapped giant slices and gestured towards them questioningly. “I thought you couldn’t get one after 5?!” “Nah, we sell them til they sell out.” Next time, Angelo’s. Next time.
