I am a Pupatella fan

My goal for these days off was to eat pizza at Pupatella, the Ballston street vendor beloved by Washingtonian, the Post, blogs, and — as I confirmed today — the crowds of people who have yet to discover it.

The pizza was terrific. Fresh from the mini-ovens on a beautiful day, I ate in the park with a bottle of water, watched the farmers market go by, listened to a shaggy lunch concert, and considered how that Love Potion No. 9 line about her mixing it up right there in the sink was hot (‘cept for the gold tooth). I folded slices in half and they disappeared.

And then I ate Pupatella’s cream puffs. Little red cart, you did so right.

7 thoughts on “I am a Pupatella fan”

  1. I can’t wait til they’re able to execute on their restaurant dreams. Anne, you’re going to have to move back across the country to get in on that.

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