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Mojo and I ventured over to the suburban black hole in St. Louis Park that are the Shops at West End to check out Sauce, the new prefab pizza shop, not the music venue and overpriced small plates disguised as entrees (albeit quite edible) joint on Lake and Lyndale.

Before I tangent off as usual, allow me to put this in the simplest way possible and cut to the chase.

I
Love
Pizza

Honestly, I won’t be rushing back to Sauce, but the Rosemary Potato Pizza with its Spinach and Feta and Kalamata tapenade dreaminess was damn tasty even if it was swimming in grease and too much truffle oil. Mojo didn’t like it, but he has a general distaste for truffle in general. We also got the Mozzarella & Fontina Cheese & Basil pizza, which was pretty bland but saved by never-failing Fontina.

One of my favorite deep-fried foodages is cream cheese wontons. Have you ever noticed that when wontons cool down a bit too much and their once-crispy outer shell goes all chewy? Call me crazy but at a certain point midway through the slices, where the grease had not fully soaked through the crust it had that same texture.

I don’t think that’s a good thing. But – and this is where my rookie food critic skills fail me – I ate it and it was tasty.

This, however – is unacceptable.

(all my crust remains – photo courtesy of Moj’s iPhone)

I really hate burnt food. But I especially hate burnt pizza crusts. Both of the pizzas we got were offenders but the rosemary was definitely the worst. Admittedly I am not a crust person, but burned crusts with the texture of a pita chip, I was left with this sad pile of crusts – almost as if I had eaten a bunch of chicken wings and discarded the bones.

PIZZA CRUSTS ARE NOT BONES.