Earlier this month, my job posted an article titled “The 40 most essential D.C. restaurant dishes of 2017”. I always make note of such articles. I like to pat myself on the back occasionally when I see that I’ve eaten or tried about a third of whatever’s listed. As I scrolled through this article, nodding yes or no to myself, I abruptly stopped on the prettiest thing. It was called the “Hot Mess” from Frankly…Pizza! I won’t even say what it is yet, but if you know me, you can already guess. I told Miles I was going to take him there for lunch on his actual birthday, as he had a big party with an Overwatch cake the day before.
We made the schlep, nee, drive all the way to Kensington, Maryland, which felt like the other side of the world from DC. I can show you a snapshot of the route Apple Maps gave us to prove it. By the time we arrived, we were starving, and luckily there wasn’t a wait. We took a look at the menu, although we already knew what we were getting. But at the last second, I changed my mind, and got something different. No regrets.
Miles went for it, and ordered the Hot Mess. It is 11 inches of hearth baked dough, topped with mozzarella, caramelized onions, house-made bacon, gruyere, and romano cheeses. He nixed the pickled jalapeños.
We agreed that we would give each other a slice of pizza, but when I asked him for my slice, he only offered me a bite, and a small one at that! It was yummy in my tummy good. The dough was charred and chewy, the cheese bursting with flavor, the caramelized onions sweet, and the bacon, oh my…, the bacon. It was thick cut and delicious. You didn’t think about the fact that you were eating a white pie, and the red sauce wasn’t missed at all.
I had the Spinach pizza, which was another white pie topped with mozzarella, fresh garlic, caramelized onions, spinach, gruyere, lemon, and romano cheese. Again, another winner. It was scrumptious. I loved the fresh garlic with the caramelized onions, and the crust was perfectly charred. My only criticism, and I’m being very nit-picky, is that the spinach would’ve been better chopped, as spinach can be difficult to chew.
We tore through our pizzas, but then hit a wall just before the last slice. We were so full; it was a struggle to even finish the third slice. As we boxed up our single slices to take home, Miles leaned over the table and whispered, “This was worth the drive”. It definitely was. I’m already looking forward to going back with the bf to get my own Hot Mess. And maybe try a red pie too.