Eleven years ago, Michael Androw was at a crossroads in his hospitality career. Getting his first taste of the industry making pizza at his grandparents’ Italian bakery in New London, he then worked in nearly every food and beverage setting as an adult: casual dining, fine dining and bars and nightclubs.
The most recent addition to the menu is borrowed from one of Androw’s friends and mentors, West Coast pizzaiolo Tony Gemignani. The World Pizza Cup champion, who owns several pizzerias in California and Nevada, created a purple potato pizza with a white base, with thinly-shaved vibrant violet spuds, bacon, pesto, feta and scallions. Androw loved it and asked Gemignani for his blessing to add it to the Avon menu.
For many of us, it’s hard to keep up with the constant change of fads and trends, but I think all of us can get on board with this one: mobile cocktail bars! While you’ve probably seen a few here and there over the years, Connecticut has really ramped up their traveling bar game and there are plenty to choose from. Plus, most travel throughout the state, so you don’t have to worry about lack of accessibility. They come in all different shapes and sizes, offer various alcoholic beverages (many include NA drinks and food too), and they service any event you might be hosting. From intimate groups to large gatherings, these mobile trucks (and their bartenders) are excited to cater a birthday bash, corporate lunch, fundraiser, or your next (and hopefully last?) wedding. While many crazes come and go, I sure hope this one is here to stay, because who doesn’t like a good boozy party with no need for a DD?
I love discovering places that get very little fanfare, are the heart and soul of the owner(s), and absolutely kill it. Papa’s Pizza in Milford is one of those places and is the epitome of a hole in the wall on the side of the road that deserves recognition for some killer pizza.
The original Papa’s Pizza is located closer to Walnut Beach versus downtown Milford (where Papa’s Pizza II is located), and I was getting a little nervous as the soccer ball at the end of the purple line on Waze was quickly approaching, and there was no sign of Papa’s. On my right there was a bakery, a breakfast joint and a parking lot. As I slowed to a crawl and stared into the lot (my apologies again to the people in the car behind me), the far section of the white building had two red words above a small window, “Papa’s Pizza.”
