I was very excited for Omega Pizza. I know, it is just a pizza place but they sell pizza AND are a place to pick up a six pack. Of beer. Although after sitting there from 6-8pm, essentially getting drunk and people watching, I can say there are quite a few of the other type of 6 packs that frequent the establishment. But I digress - Omega pizza has tables inside, so our grand plan was to buy beer, order a large pizza and sit at one of their tables and enjoy both things.
We started off by buying an assorted selection for our 6 pack and taking it to the counter. We noticed that there was a menu for everything else - burgers, side dishes - but no menu for the pizza. They had a specials menu for the pizza (you can get a large pizza and wings for $12.95) but no actually pizza menu.
When I then proceeded to ask them what veggies are there on their veggie pizza (cause Sam isn't a fan of mushrooms or olives. I know right? Don't ask), I was told "I dont know, its whatever they have back there". Right. Well, now that we are all annoyed please tell them not to add olives and mushrooms to the whatever. Thank you. Basically keep it simple and to the basics. You don't need a menu for plain, veggie and pepperoni (I'm assuming they have pepperoni. I mean you must. I cannot fathom a world where pizza places didn't sell pepperoni pizza).
We then picked a booth, kicked back, opened a beer and began the wait for our whatever pizza. And it was fabulous - the weather was perfect, the beer was good and we got to chatting about life. Did I say, chatting, I meant bitching. About life. It was very cathartic.
We got our pizza right about when we were done with our first beer and it was delicious. I mean it was pizza, so not pork belly delicious or anything. It was hitting the spot delicious.
Whatever = Broccoli, spinach, tomatoes, onions and peppers |
And cheese. Delicious cheese. |
So then we really settled in. Took our time eating our pizza, drinking our beer and humming along to the music playing. Oh, the music was perfect 80- 90s nostaglia. All those terrible songs we hate but love, playing on Philly's very own B101. By our third beer we really kicked back and were feeling quite good.
Your side. My side. This is a Farscape reference. |
Sam kicking back. |
What really made this experience exceptional and awesome was what a 6-pack beer pick-up and pizza combo means about the clientele. Sal's brings together a little "slice" of Philly if you will (I'm so sorry about that terrible pun). I'd like therefore to give a few shout outs to some of the people whose lives we overlapped with for a few minutes that evening. To the high school girl who asked her father to stop singing in public cause he sounded terrible - you are correct ma'am, he did sound terrible. To the hipster punk group who were doing the same thing we were - yes, this was probably your idea first. To Em, who popped in to just pick up some beer, congratulations on the new job, we will miss you. To the old lady who walked in with the duck hat (yes the front flap of the hat was a duck) to use the restroom, cause there is one in here, you kind of made my evening. To the CVS pharmacist who came in asking for her usual - I hope your shift wasn't too terrible. Last but not least, to the guy sitting next to our table when we were through drinking our 6-pack - I'm very sorry. I'm sure hearing me burping loudly every 5 minutes was not how you planned to spend your evening.
I don't like crusts |
burp |
Sal's Omega Pizza
2145 South street
Philadelphia
PA 19146
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