I arrived early to the Silly Vogelfänger’s newest opera, La Clanecia did Tito, and sitting in the cheeky back pew realized that I hadn’t eaten anything in more than a few hours. Two pints of Guinness, sure. Opera is best enjoyed with a slight edge of inebriation, after all. So, with thirty minutes until the show goes up, I dash out to the curb seeking street meat, but none was to be found. Down College I go until Amato Pizza jumps out at me. Their aro Stagione seemed a good fit, and soon I was munching away o a quarter-Pizza slice. Warm from the oven reheat, salty from the ham and salami, and the artichoke, the ingredient that enticed me, was utterly innocuous. So, I destroyed my second half with chilli sauce (Tabasco I’d guess from the vinegar), powdered garlic and shaky cheese. Just covered. I couldn’t even see the cracker-hard crust. I finished my dinner as I walked, lamenting the lack of abundant street meat in this city. Onto opera.
Amato Pizza
429 Yonge St A, Toronto, ON M5B 1T1