guerrilla restaurants in our midst

I recently went to my very first guerrilla restaurant and am in love with this cavalier approach to food. I love the idea so much that the place could have served me easy mac and I would loved it- but they didn't.

They served me awesome gourmet pizza with Jimmy's (yes, Jimmy's food store!) sausage. The pies cook in 2-3 minutes because the oven (which is on a red trailer so it can go anywhere) is so damn hot. It's made from volcanic ash and probably has some Italian mobsters' ashes thrown in for added authenticity. Check out this February pizza review of Cane Rosso on the Gay List Daily review site. I won't bore you by writing the same "oh-my-gawd-i-just-met-jeezus" review of their pizza, but I will add an update.

As of last week, the owner of this seriously-best-thing-i've-ever-put-in-my-mouth-and-maybe-I-suffer-from-Pica-disorder is certified by the Associazone Verace Pizza Napoletana, the official governing body over all those who create truly authentic Neapolitan style pizzas.

It's not up on their website just yet, but he's legit. If you seriously love pizza find this place. If you aren't afraid of traveling north of Northwest Hwy, see them at an old white lady tea shop on Forest Lane @ Preston. It's called Chocolate Angel Too. For those of us who don't know where the hell Forest Lane is, try this stuff out in Lakewood on Wednesdays at Times 10 Cellars.

Pizza review: Cane Rosso in Dallas | www.pegasusnews.com | Dallas/Fort Worth

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