Hype: Some guy e-mailed us about this and he made it sound good. He talked up the tradition, peps and SAUCE. I like sauce that has tradition, after all: I am a Hinze. Let's hope he wasn't full of shit...Scene: This place has tradition. It has a really old school sign out front (see below). Pinball machine, old signs and old people make this family-run place ooze sauce--in a good way. I think the guy that founded it over fifty years ago was old, mustached, and Italian.
The PieCrust- Thin. When I say thin I mean the thinnest I've ever seen in my many pizzas. Somehow it did not bend. This crust may look weak, but it is deceptively firm, crisp and perfect. You just don't get it do you?
Sauce- THE BEST SAUCE I'VE EVER TASTED IN MY LIFE, well at least that I can think of now. A little spicy, hints of oregano and not shy. Perfect.
Cheese- They are smart not to over apply. It tastes good.
Peps- Spicy and flavorful. Just a little cupping on a few, but others remained flat. Moderately thick and nickel/quarter sized. Well applied.
Overall: This is one of the Heavyweights of Columbus pizza. Each slice was somewhat unique, but always satisfying. Order a large for yourself and you will have no problem getting it done. I wish I had known about this place ten years ago! A very strong 5 out of 5!!!!
**Dave's only gripe was that he didn't get enough red Mike 'n' Ikes from the vending machine (see below).
6 comments:
You know now, what I've known my whole life. When you need a good pie, head into Bexley for some 'Binos.
Glad ya love it, but ya haven't done it right until you get a large with everything (including anchovies!)!
I fucking told you guys! for two years, I been saying to get out to rubinos!
only bexley is real.
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I lived in Bexley from 1990 until 1997. I ate at Rubino's only once, in high school. Gotta say, the pizza tasted like heartburn.
I honestly feel a bit sorry for Ohioans, who have quite clearly never had *real* pizza in their lives.
envy envy envy is what i feel now.
i got to this site bcos of Bob Greene's Be True to Your School: A Diary of 1964.
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