There’s a lot of Italian places on Hertel Avenue, and I’ve only tried half of them, but I haven’t been too impressed. With one exception – Romeo and Juliet’s, at 1292-1294 Hertel Ave. (873-2600).
It was the pizza that brought me here. The thin-crust fans have been singing its praises for years, but I’m not really that sort of guy. (All right, all right, you can fold a slice neatly in half before you devour it. That’s a good thing?)
My skepticism started softening as soon as I walked in. It smelled like fresh baked bread. Not that gross, sweaty chemical smell of a Subway shop – the scent of yeast and browning crust that signals something good is about to emerge from the oven.
The nose knows. The crust is almost crunchy, and unusually delicious. I know when I eat my pizza crusts that there’s fine bread under that cheese and pepperoni.
The sopressatta and prosciutto panini with provolone (or was it fontina?) was mighty fine too. Though to be honest, you put that filling in Wonder Bread and squish it in a panini press and I would still fight you for the second half.