Having been absent from the Washington D. C. culinary scene for over two decades, and noticing the prevalence of pizza joints in my walks about town, I decided to sample the city’s offering of traditional wood-fired Neapolitan pizza. Not having time to read through tons of reviews, I looked a number of ‘best of…’ lists, and right or wrong, chose 2Amys Neapolitan Pizzeria – located roughly near the National Cathedral. I arrived at about 7 PM, and the place was just about full, mostly with the early crowd just about finishing. The hostess and serving staff were very congenial, and I got one of the last two open tables. Of course, I had a Margherita on my mind, especially since they were topping them with Mozzarella di Buffala, but I also ordered a few bruschetta.
The latter came fairly quickly, along with my Moretti. I ordered eggplant with salted anchovy and turnip and prosciutto, and they were both delicious. I believe the eggplant had been roasted and chopped, and it was topped with a beautiful looking and very tasty anchovy fillet. More than likely it was one of the Ortiz special grade anchovies. The turnip had been cooked and pureed and its sweetness went well with the large slice of San Daniele. In both cases the vegetable was a perfect partner to the cured protein.
About five minutes after my last bite of bruschetta, my pizza arrived and at first glance, it looked like pretty decent - melted mozzarella, not too heavy on the sauce, and a few splotches of charred crust here and there. My first bite was might tasty; the bottom was thin and very crispy with the perfect amount of sauce. The cheese had cooled a bit too much, a sign that it was out of the oven for more than a few minutes before it got to me. Then came the let down… With an almost perfect bottom, I was sorely shocked when I bit into the crust, which had little ‘crunch’ in the exterior and too soft a chew on the interior, when pressed a bit it gave the appearance of being underdone. They were either not keeping an eye on the oven temp, or they were overloading the oven…if I could have been served the pizza without the crust, the meal would have been perfect, oh, well.