||[Oct. 10th, 2003|06:21 am]
I was IMing yesterday evening with lyssabard and she was talking about the gourmet pizza she'd ordered for delivery - delivery! I can only get generic pizza on delivery! I told her that one of the things I missed most about living in Anchorage was The Moose's Tooth. And then, conversing in another window with my buddy juggernt mentioned that longing, to which (having recently left Alaska himself) he had the same reaction. Moose's Tooth pizza. Mmmmm.
The Moose's Tooth is located at an odd corner, difficult to access, and the building was one of those restaurants that seemed to change name every 6 months as business after business tried and failed to make a go of it. We figured the location was just too inconvenient. Then the Tooth opened. And proved that people will go out of their way if the product is worth it. (Or as Irv's, a Chicago men's clothing store famous for its selection and reasonable pricing puts it, "3 inconvenient locations to serve you.") After a very short time the biggest problem people had was finding a place to park in the lot, and jamming into the small establishment to wait for a table. (Despite the overflow, the twin restaurant building right next door continued to cycle through failed attempts every 6 months, proving once again that opportunity isn't the only necessity.)
Once you got seated, the fun began. For beer aficionados, there was an impressive selection of award-winning microbrews. And there was the pizza. Imaginative combinations, delicious, just unbeatable.
Our family favorite was Halibut Pizza, and we took particular joy in initiating people to this amazing treat. Everyone is always alarmed, but the only people who didn't end up enjoying it were true fish-haters. Thin crust, a light white sauce, capers, red onions, and scads of flaky halibut. It was uniquely delicious.
Based on their success in microbrewing (Alaska has several of the finest in the country) and pizza, the owners purchased a dilapidated old theatre in another bad section of town. They renovated it, removed every other row of seats and replaced them with tables, installed a kitchen, and opened it up as The Bear Tooth Theatre Pub. The Bear Tooth has a single huge screen, an old-fashioned balcony, and plays second-run movies for $2.00. Already a winner, in my opinion, but the real charm is that once you get into the building you stop by the standard, movie-house concession stand and order food. Real food: gourmet tex-mex concoctions, salads, assorted noshes. You are handed a small orange cone with a number on it, and when the food is done they serve it to you at your seat in the theatre. Just inside the theatre is the bar, where you can order beer and wine to go with your dinner. And if you're early to the theatre and lucky enough, you can scam one of the booths along the back wall and your party can sit together at a round table instead of being strung out along a row of seats. That was the way to watch movies.
During my chats last night I mentioned to lyssa how much my kids miss the Moose's Tooth. And was struck with sudden inspiration. I called, and got the name of the person who will help fulfill my cunning plan.
Who needs turkey at Christmas? (Last year the girls begged me to forgo turkey in favor of my homemade macaroni and cheese.) For a surprise Christmas dinner, I'm going to have two large halibut pizzas packed in dry ice and FedEx-ed to Cleveland. Or maybe add a Popeye and a Chicken Ranch to the order and serve it all at New Year's. In any event, there will be Moose's Tooth in Cleveland.