Only a fool would drive all the way out to Litchfield on a retardedly cold day and not cap off the excursion with a meal at Bohemian Pizza. The quirky shop oozes all kinds of aesthetic charm, with walls plastered in old album covers and other kitsch, a good sized aquarium full of creepy black sucker fish, and a fireplace in the center of the dining room. But that's just the icing - the food is orgasmically good, and I have fantasized about it on more than one occasion since my only other visit there some two years ago...
Check out this caramelized pear salad - it's basically like a pie on greens. With warm, gushy, sweet pears, almond slices and gorgonzola cheese atop a bed of mesclun.
And then there was this pizza, the "Criss Cross," generously - gratuitously even - topped with sausage, chicken, caramelized onions, portabello mushrooms and great hunks of roasted garlic. Am I going to be sweating garlic for days? Yes. But... no regrets.
Bohemian Pizza also features a fine booze list that I didn't tap on this trip, an adjacent bar, and sometimes live music.
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