Bola Pizza for Breakfast (again)

Pizza for breakfast is a beautiful thing.  In a land where tacos topped with eggs, potatoes, cheese, bacon, peppers, cheese, and/or even pulled pork sometimes, are served for breakfast and considered normal, it’s amazing how many funny looks you get eating a pizza at 9:20 in the morning.  After a punishing character-building 15 mile run, I needed some recovery food.  What better than carbs (dough), protein (eggs and ham), veggies (onions), and ooey goodness (cheddar cheese) served in the form of a pizza?  Nothing, that’s what.

I’ve talked about Bola Pizza before, and specifically this exact breakfast pizza.  But it is just so good that it deserves a second post just for being so amazing.  The crust is crispy and chewy with a few air bubbles and nicely charred.  The speck (ham) is salty and meaty.  The onions are mild and slightly sweet.  The cheese is melted and never stands a chance against the 900 degree oven.  And the eggs, oh the eggs, are the perfect addition for a proper breakfast.  It just doesn’t get any better than this pizza.  Expensive?  Well that depends.  How much would you pay for perfect?  Go find them at the Farmers’ Market downtown on Saturdays from 9am – 1pm, but get there early if you want this breakfast pie.  And trust me, you do.

Will Run To Eat…Literally

We have a lot of fun here on this blog with wordplay, double entendre, and of course, puns.  You’d be hard-pressed to find a blog post without at least a little implied double meaning.  As proof, Google finds 22 mentions of the word “pun” in my blog (not counting the 3 in this post)!  What we’re celebrating today, however, is the literal nature of the blog’s name.  The real intersection where running meats meets eating.

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Bola Pizza

Close your eyes for a moment (figuratively, or else how would you read this?).  You take a bite of [something].  Wow!  That’s the best [something] you’ve ever eaten!  Now take another bite.  Whoa, could that be the best anything you’ve ever eaten?  On one fateful Saturday after a blustery 12 miles in the wind and rain around Town Lake I stopped at the downtown farmers’ market.  For weeks I’d been eyeing the blue mobile brick oven stationed at one end of the vendor strip.  Well this day was the day I’d get me some mobile pizza.  Fair warning, if you’re prone to getting jealous easily, now would be a good time to stop reading.

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