Only in America

A new close to our meal in Little Italy tonight. 146 Park Street, Tupper Lake, NY.

Good meal, involving the new-to-us dough knots with two kinds of sauce (tomato very good, tasting more of tomato than sugar), pizza and caesar salad. A rather nice white chardonnay from Cellar No. 8 (see http://www.cellarno8.com/).

But, once again, US portions being what they are, it was all too much for us, and I only managed two thirds of the pizza. So the young waitress, rather than walzing up at the appropriate moment and asking if we would like desert, or maybe even a coffee, asked if we were ready for our box. Which we declined on the first asking, but accepted on the second and which came with the check, which came without the dinky black leatherette modesty folder favoured by some establishments.

The pizza third will now serve for our picnic tomorrow. Or maybe for supper, warmed up in the microwave which seems to come with hotel rooms over here.

Along the way we learned that a white pizza is a pizza made without the usual smear of tomato paste on the dough base. I had one by mistake and it was rather better than I would have thought had I known what I was doing.