Room Service Pizza

I was fortunate to be invited out to our LA offices to meet the rest of my new work team.  I had only been to LA once before, and I was at a conference and then got a great inside tour by my aunt that time, however, I was never on my own schedule.  This time, I spent a week working and then extended through the holiday weekend, and Mike got to join me for his first time in LA.

One night, I was certainly still on East Coast time and really couldn’t pull myself out of the hotel room to find dinner… so I got room service.  The hotel (Le Parc Suites, which was quite lovely by the way) had a “fine restaurant” so I figured it couldn’t be too bad.  They were out of pretty much everything, however, so I wound up ordering a pizza.  As soon as I ordered it, I regretted it.  I mean… I’m from New York… and I ordered PIZZA in LA?  Hmmmmm.

It came and it smelled really great though.

Lots of good mushrooms… crackly cheese.

Ok… it had potential.  The upskirt looked a bit weak though.

And that was where it failed.  The crust was incredibly lackluster.  The toppings were good, but the crust was just too distractingly plain to be worthwhile.  Tasted a bit like fast food pizza crust.  I wound up eating the mushroom, saucy, cheesy goodness with a fork in a way that only you can do alone, in a hotel room, in a city across the country, before falling asleep at 8pm local time.