I was supposed to meet Tara and John at Petrillo's in San Gabriel Tuesday night for yes, more pizza. At least I thought it was in San Gabriel. It's conveniently located across from several bahn mi shops, so you can pick up lunch for the next day too, and has a cute old neon sign.
Inside, mostly Latino families and white couples are ordering large, rectangular puffy pizzas cut into squares. There's a pretty large menu of Italian pasta and main dish staples, and a sad wine list. After a few minutes of snacking on their soft but tasty bread, my phone rings. "We're here!" says Tara. It turns out they're at Mama Petrillo's, in Temple City. Who knew there could be so many completely different Petrillo's in the San Gabriel Valley?
Mama Petrillo's isn't located conveniently to much of anything, but has a nice vintage neon sign, the same contingent of families (no Asians to be seen in either one -- too much cheese?), a somewhat smaller menu of pasta dishes, an even sadder wine list, and the same square cut pies. Fortunately John has brought a delicious cabernet-merlot from Alto Adige, courtesty of Silver Lake wine. I'm not sure Mama Petrillo's server had ever seen Reidel glasses before, but I'm glad he brought them. We had everything on the pizza -- sausage, pepperoni, peppers, etc. The toppings and cheese had a good over-the-top feeling, but the crust was a little cardboardy and underwhelming. I'm still imagining the more billowy crust I saw people eating at the San Gabriel Petrillo's...oh well, another time.
Mama Petrillo's with everything
Sophie and I also tried D'Amore's in Sherman Oaks. Zero atmosphere, although supposedly the original Canoga Park location is a little nicer. They bake slices to order, so even if you don't want a whole pie, you can choose your toppings and get a freshly-baked crust. Again, the thin and crispy type of crust is not my favorite, but they certainly do a respectable job with it. If you live in the Valley or Westwood, I imagine it's pretty nice to be able to get a D'Amore's pie delivered to your house. However, I'm skeptical that flying in water from Boston really makes a difference.
below, an East Coast-style slice from D'Amore's