This is one of those places that inspires me.
It's easy to miss Anello. There's no sign on the brick building — formerly a gallery space — in this once-sleepy neighborhood near downtown. But peek through those geometric windows and you'll be struck by a bulbous gray oven and the man standing beside it wearing a Pizzeria Bianco shirt.
When I was a teenager, I worked at two different pizza places where we made the dough and sauce from scratch. Now, we didn't have wood-fired ovens, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I see one in our future 🪵🔥
Of course, I did work at a pizza place that did have a wood-fired oven...for about two weeks...and couldn't hack it.
It wasn't the heat.
It was the fact that at then end of every shift, I had to haul the next day's wood from the basement in trash barrel. It took 4 or 5 trips up and down a 40-step flight of stairs 😓 After being drained from making the pizza during rush hour, I decided they weren't paying me enough. I got a job as a life guard that summer.