Click on the photo to read the rave review on Bluebird Pizzeria.
This wonderful spot is run by husband and wife Ray and Fran. They hail from New Jersey and serve the best pizza I've ever tasted.
I've gained four pounds in one week. I joke that I'm turning into a pizza. My friend sent me a picture the other day of Audrey Hepburn hugging a giant pizza. It's getting serious.
Bluebird Pizzeria is a couple blocks from Trey and Kay's apartment. One of us helps out behind the counter almost every night. Some nights, all of us are here, from open until close. My first night, I washed dishes with Taylor. I was soon promoted to phones and counter. I get to interact with the people, taking orders over the phone and taking care of customers eating at one of the five tables. It's hard to describe this place. I have trouble finding the words.
People love this place. It was voted best pizza in the east bay. People wait anywhere from 25 minutes to an hour for one of these pies. Sometimes, we take the phone off the hook it gets so crazy. On a good night, they'll make somewhere around 70-80 pizzas. That's A LOT OF PIZZA.
After work, there is usually leftovers, or we just bake a new one. It's the kind of pizza where you eat one and start immediately craving more. They say some people come in every day. Everyone I had the pleasure of meeting had huge smiles and nothing but raves about the place. You feel like you're a part of something special here.
My first night, I was overwhelmed. Fran talks at a louder volume than most and they definitely don't baby you. You either have to quit or learn to toughen up. I find myself yelling across the restaurant at Fran and thinking of that first night.
Fran and Ray are amazing. Around closing time, Vicki, one of the many regulars will show up on her bike, eat a pizza, drink a beer and hang out for a while, asking me questions about my travels and debating any topic I can think of.
Jesús and his son Derick walk their dogs past the shop every evening and Derick runs around, collecting suckers, yelling "Hey!" at everyone and exhausting my Spanish skills. These people are treated like family.
That's the word that I'm thinking of...family.
I'm realizing that I am not alone at all.
Realistically, there's no words to describe what Bluebird is like. You just have to go there.
And order a 16 inch white.