Some people dream in black & white, some in color; I dream in pizza.

Ignoring the fact that I haven’t written about five* other pizzas I’ve consumed since our last jaunt down Pizza (Memory) Lane, I’d like you to read what I have to say about a small pizzeria in Montrose called Pizza Love.

The pizza at Pizza Love was, like its name, slightly above mediocre. I mean, I love pizza, so the name isn’t untrue, but, unlike its pizza, it would be better if it weren’t so cheesy. Which segues nicely into my number one, and possibly only, complaint: the pie needed more cheese. Perhaps the dough-slinger was new and shy with the cheese, so I’m not going to deduct too many whatever-it-is-I-use-to-“grade”-pizza, but you know what they say, “You only get one chance to make a first impression.”

The crust, however, was great; chewy with a crunch, not too thin in the middle so as to flip and flop, and not too thick at the edge so as to quickly fill you up. The BBQ chicken wasn’t so barbequey, but I gathered they meant they grilled and chunked it, rather than it being actual barbeque chicken, which, although a little misleading, was easily remedied in the comfort of my living room. I do love a true BBQ chicken pizza, after all. And I give them, once again, positive whatever-it-is-I-use-to-“grade”-pizza for the ample amount of chicken with which it was topped. If I were in the area in need of a fix (don’t act like you don’t go through pizza withdrawal) I’d happily stop in for a slice or two. So, I’m not saying I whole-heartedly vouch for this place, but I’m willing to give it another go at pleasing my highly refined pizza palate.

Note: I ordered from this website, but it appears they have a second. So, as with any good pizza place, you've got options.

Entirely unrelated: This is a photo of a picture I took at a Tex-Mex restaurant in Austin. #Texas

*I had to change this number three times; I had a slight pizza lapse.

New York style? More like Houston style.

NEWS FLASH: Pizza is delicious. How do I know? Well, how do I know anything I know? The Internet.

Yes, that is entirely, true, but I’m going to supplement that statement with “real world experience, man.” And I’m leaving the “man” because that’s how I speak.

Since Fuzzy’s I have had no less than 15 slices of pizza, which is to say, nearly two full pizzas to myself. Sure, sharing is nice, but there’s something to be said about opening a box of cheesy, saucy bread and knowing that it’s all yours and no one can stop you. In a way, it defines adulthood. A story my friend Casey likes to tell goes a little something like this: “I was grocery shopping for the first time as a college student and realized I could fill my entire cart up with cookies and no one could stop me; that’s when I realized I was a grown-up.” The moment you realize you can eat pizza for every meal and there isn’t a single person that can say otherwise is the moment you’re truly free.

Let me tell you about one, two, or four pizzas I recently ate. Two, it’s going to be two. I’ll tell you about the other two next time (teaser!).

Pizza number one was during a recent trip to the Mecca of pizza: New York (a city whose pizza never sleeps). Fellow pizza-lover and all-natural blonde, Angela Mayans, and I ate a supremely, but not supreme, tasty pie from Patzeria Family & Friends. Let me tell you, I would happily welcome the Patzeria family to my family reunion. Hell, I’d even welcome their friends. In fact, I think I’ll make it official and request them on the ‘Book. Reunited and it feels so good. Please check out #pizzalist for a full haiku-review and look them up when you’re in the City.

Pizza number two was back in the heart of my heart: Houston. Located just south of HCC you’ll find a modest building with a covered patio calling itself Luigi’s Pizzeria. Now, and this is where it gets good, inside this building they’re making some of the best pizza in Houston. Oh! Oh, oh, oh! And it’s BYOB, bitches! I have you convinced, don’t I? Do you realize I haven’t even described the pizza? Do I need to? The answer is “no,” but I’m going to reel you in, since I’ve already got you on the hook.

While I chose the large Caprese because it was a Friday, I’m glad that was the case. I love me a plain pie, but I’ll dig into a meat covered slice without hesitation like the rest of you heathens—except on a Friday. The Caprese was covered with freshly chopped tomatoes, a generous amount of basil, and the most delicious buffalo mozzarella I’ve had in recent memory. The crust held up well under the weight and provided a nice handle with which to shovel pizza into our faces. Did I mention Angela followed me to Houston and I made her a believer in the power of Houston pizza? Like it was even difficult…

Even though we didn’t take advantage of Luigi’s BYOB generosity (we grabbed the pizza and took it to the Saint Arnold tour, a must-do) I want to bring it to your attention a second time: the staff is both accommodating and friendly, storing your cold beverages in their refrigerators and even replacing your empty bottle or can before you have the opportunity to ask for another. Undoubtedly the staff of Heaven’s Pizzeria are all alumni of this fine pizza establishment.

Always remember, when it comes to pizza, if you won’t eat it, I will.

Pizza is for heroes. Are you a hero?

If you’re not eating pizza at least once a week you’re not truly living. It doesn’t even have to be good pizza. I say this because, while I enjoy a well-rounded slice, I will eat nearly any pizza put in front of me. Just yesterday, in fact, I ate Pizza Hut. Not to say Pizza Hut isn’t good pizza—they’ve perfected Thin ‘N Crispy—but they’re not at the top of my list when I feel that triangle-sized hole in my stomach. Listen, the point is not always to eat life-changing pizza, but to just be eating pizza.

To that note, if you have the world of pizza laid out before you, Fuzzy’s, a notable Houston tradition since 1986, is not a bad way to go. With four locations from Katy to the Med Center, you’ll rarely find yourself more than 15 minutes from this humble pie in this grand city of ours.

Sauce Sauced friend Darrell demanded we go to Fuzzy’s in Katy after slinging beer at the No Label Brewery one fine Texas Saturday and I happily obliged. He ordered up a sausage, pepperoni, & mushroom hand-tossed pizza while I ordered a frosty Shiner Bock. After an eternity in wait-for-pizza-while-intoxicated time the pizza arrived. Even in these strenuous times it is prudent to practice patience; pizza comes out of the oven at, literally, 2000 degrees and pepperoni grease will destroy your mouth. After waiting the requisite 30 seconds I dug in. A fusillade of flavors exploded on my tongue, mostly of the cheesy, delicious meaty variety. The crust did its job of delivery with exceptional ease and allowed for a steady grip as I gnawed through to the edge where I met a crispy yet billowy pillow of bread. The sauce was sweet and tangy and didn’t at all detract from the toppings. Overall this pizza is high on the recommendations list; you know what to do with that information.

In a sort of post script to the initial eating of this pizza I’m going to award bonus points for the reheatablility of this pizza. 400° for five minutes yielded a crispy crust and melty cheese without any lag time for cooling. Fuzzy’s Pizza, you do me right.

Some places manage to be inept at social media but they still make great pizza. Find more at Fuzzy's Pizza Katy and their first location Fuzzy's Pizza & Cafe.

Plog, a place for pizza.

So I says to myself, "Self, this world needs another plogger and you're just the man for the pan." For those of you unfamiliar with such folksy colloquialisms, that is to say "Cody, good sir, write about pizza: your one true love. You owe it to yourself, you owe it to the world."

Now, no one is here to say I'm the end-all, be-all of pizza perspicacity, but I know a thing or two about the pizza pie. Not, like, professionally, but I've been an avid consumer of the stuff for longer than some of you have been alive.

Pizza comes in all (a few) shapes, sizes and variations and, believe it or not, Houston has a lot to offer the pizza-loving community. As a member of that community I'm here to fill you in on my findings and offer my suggestions on pizza in the greater Houston metro. I hope to help you find your new favorite pizza or, perhaps, you will help me find mine.