It isn’t the weekend if I don’t have something om nom nommy to eat. A couple of weekends ago when our air conditioner died, we stumbled across this great pizza place tucked away, well, right by the 1st Bank Center. You would think that wouldn’t make it tucked away, but it does in its own oddly cool little way.
Protos is just yum. With their outside seating with great sunset views, their funky interior and a bar that sports a garage door-type opening that allows service to the outside, Protos has become our favorite, albeit expensive, pizza place. (No, wait, maybe not. 2 alcoholic beverages, an appetizer, what equates to 2 entrees, and then 2 desserts….I guess what we paid was reasonable.)
We started out with some sangria. They aren’t stingy with the wine in that. Love the little apple chunks in there that provide a little extra tartness after gulping down all of the sangria. We split a tomato and mozzarella salad. I’m not 100% sure but I think they make their own cheese there and my goodness is it tasty. They give it just a slight sprinkle of sea salt and when you get that one mouthful with the balsamic, the cheese, the tomato and that little taste of salt……heaven!
And then there was the pizza. This was our second time at Protos. The first time we got one medium pizza. This time we opted for two smalls. It’s literally so delicious that we could eat two mediums, but then we wouldn’t have room for dessert. The pies: one hula, one white to which we added bacon, spinach, and artichoke hearts. The hula is their Hawaiian. It’s fantastic. The pineapples are fresh, no canned stuff here. The sliced ham seems more like Canadian bacon and it’s the perfect balance of salt and sweet.
The crust. Oh, the crust! It’s thin and crunchy and just so damn tasty. I like to keep my salad plate with the leftover balsamic vinegar to dip my crust in. It’s so good it could be an appetizer. Please, Protos? Brush a small crust with some of that garlic-infused olive oil and bake it up. Serve it with a side of balsamic and olive oil. I’ll buy it; I promise.
Now that there isn’t a crumb left on a plate, it’s time for something sweet. Not just one something sweet, but one each. Splurge! We knew from the last visit that the cannoli would be a win. The outside is crunchy and flaky and not the least bit soggy anywhere. The inside? Ohhhh, my. A few chocolate chips sprinkled on each end and just oozing with the yummiest, creamiest, sweetest but not overly sweet, just kissed with lemon ricotta you’ll ever taste. Total mouthgasm.
Since we were splurging, we also had a chocolate tartuffo. Neither of us had ever heard of this, but of course it didn’t stop us from trying it and thank goodness that we’re adventurous because man, was it good. Picture a small ball of vanilla gelato with some delicious but unknown flavor just giving your tastebuds butterfly kisses. Now, wrap that in a wonderful chocolate gelato. Roll that in a chocolate powder (that really tastes like Nestle Quik) with crushed hazelnuts. Sit that on a plate drizzled with a bit of chocolate syrup. WOW! And honestly, I’m not a huge fan of chocolate, but this was just the right amount and it wasn’t super sweet which I think is what made it more tolerable.
All in all, a great dinner in a great little spot to which I’m sure we’ll return.
In a much less wordy piece of food information, Silk Vanilla Almond milk with Special K Cinnamon Pecan cereal is the shiz-nit.
While, yes, the weekend technically consists of Saturday and Sunday, my weekend really only consists of Saturday being active and Sunday recovering from any Saturday madness. Such is the case with this weekend.
Sidebar: Wait, before I continue on, does really enjoying Jeremiah Weed tea/lemonade make me a hick? I think that’s what the commercials are telling me. If I keep drinking it I’m gonna grow a beard and a pot belly and perhaps my flannel shirt will fill out with moobs? That would suck. I’m not going to stop drinking it. I’ll let you know what happens.
Saturday morning, I arose early (for at least the fifth week in a row…I need to give myself a break and sleep in one time)
Another sidebar: We were just discussing what to have for dinner. I was thinking I might have a bowl of cereal. Lovey said that a bowl of cereal wasn’t dinner so I said I’d have two bowls of cereal to make it a full meal. This is perfect logic, isn’t it? Is watching Ricky Bobby making me dumber?
to travel on down to Parker to attend a stretching and flexibility workshop
Sorry, but sidebar: Playgirl is for gay men? I seriously thought it was for dirty girls like myself. I’m stunned by this. I’m cool with sharing though. Just not Lovey. 🙂
lead by the one and only Michelle Stanek. 2011 USPDF Amateur Champion. Winner of the PFA’s Pole Drama Competition. Yep, I think she’s qualified. Let’s start with it’s Sunday evening and I’m MEGA sore from STRETCHING! But it was oh, so worth it. We did some serious straddle split and side split stretching. Then there were the bridges. Ouch. I really need to work on that. I’m encouraged to work more on my stretching as during the workshop I was close to actually getting into the side split. Close enough that Michelle asked if I had my split and said I’d have it in no time. *starstruck moment*
It’s likely that I’m extra sore because I pushed too hard, stretched a little too far. Partner stretching probably isn’t the best idea for me because I’ll just keep relaxing into the stretch and go too far. Or am I supposed to just keep that stretch going until I reach my goal position and just not be able to walk for a while until I get there? Decisions, decisions.
Well, while I decide, I also
get to decidealready made a decision on something else. Something so exciting and so fun. But since it isn’t totally official yet, I am not going to say what it is just yet.
And all of this was before noon!!