Pizza out

Last night we went out for pizza, to the Island Pub, where the little 12 year old jazz singer was performing. Build your own pizza: marinara, spinach, roasted garlic, grilled onions, mushrooms, cheese. John had IPA, I had Pinot Grigio and J Lohr Cab. Good music. A little disconcerting that in the other half of the room folks were hooting and hollering over a boxing match and on the TV in the bar you could see a wrestling match. I'm sorry, but watching wrestling is not appetizing. But we had a nice evening out, and the mini handled well on its first adventure out in sloppy snow. Better than some big honking pickups we saw spinning out.