In the (Cal)Zone: Getting Sauced at Queen's Pizza and Boulders on Broadway
Every city has a certain type of cuisine it's known for. In New York, there's a pizza place on every corner. Memphis and Kansas City have great BBQ joints. In Phoenix, it's Mexican food. While finding a late-night burrito or enchilada in this town is a piece of cake (tres leches, of course), locating their Italian equivalent -- the calzone -- can be a tough pursuit.
For this week's battle, we headed to two neighborhood pizza restaurants on the east side in search of a calzone that would satisfy our craving for old-school Italian eats.
In One Corner: Queen's Pizzeria
125 W. Main St. in Mesa
480-964-1609
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| The calzone at Queen's is king-sized. |
Queen's Pizzeria is a tiny little eatery tucked between a scrapbook store and punk-goth shop Evermore Nevermore in downtown Mesa. The place has a quirky, eclectic vibe, with exposed brick, a few arcade games and paintings by local artists on the walls. On our visit, the artwork included a modern streamlined portrait of Angelina Jolie and a few other unrecognizable women a friend insisted were porn stars. So much for the family-friendly vibe. Or maybe he was mistaken.
And waited.
Are you getting bored yet?
We were. In their defense, the place was packed on a second Friday night when we were there. About twenty-five minutes later, the lone cashier wandered over with a cardboard pizza box. Hmm, we were supposed to be dining in. I opened the box to find a massive foot-long calzone that was basically a whole pizza with extra toppings folded together with the edges crimped shut. Damn! Clearly, they just didn't have a plate big enough to serve this sucker on.
I took a first bite of all crust. It was delicious, thick and doughy with a buttery garlic taste. So far, so good. The interior of the calzone followed a few bites later, tons of gooey mozzarella stringing from the crust and melting in my mouth. The cheese was delightfully salty, pairing well with the tangy sauce served both inside the calzone and alongside it in a small dipping cup.
"The sauce tastes like fresh tomatoes, not the heavily processed canned stuff I'm used to," commented my dining partner. Sweet! The meatballs were nicely executed with a smooth well-ground veal texture and a hint of Italian spice. All in all a good, hefty calzone -- even if we didn't exactly leave the place singing, "That's Amore."





























