Going to 575 on Monday night carries a different vibe than a Friday night. The line is non-existent; the jockeying for a spot at the bar lessened. We took our spot at a table, ordered our beers, and settled in for a treat.
After the delivery of our perfect brews, a pairing of the Tine Trio was ordered to begin the festivities. A staple on their menu, flatbread is served with some warm, ooey-gooey spinach-artichoke dip, some tomatoey-garlicky bruschetta, and olive tapenade. The dip is really good. The bruschetta is delightful. The tapenade is wondrous. The combo of olivey brininess with vampire thwarting levels of garlic are habit forming. 575’s tapenade is the what olives should aspire to give their lives for.
On to the pie. Ordering a pizza at 575 is a lesson in opportunity costs. If I get the Green Stripe Piggy, I can add the green hot sauce to perfect the taste. If I get the Tomaino, I can have those super savory meatballs. If I get the Bender, I can have an actual “Meat Lovers” pizza. I can get the Mezcal and pound 3 beers to put the fire out. Or I can order the Kamehameha (my personal fave) and get the perfect mix of spicy and sweet. They need to install a wheel for you to spin so you can be surprised instead of having to decide for yourself like an adult.
But tonight, nothing short of Omni “Our Way” will do. Omni “Our Way” started out of mine and my wife’s dislike of green peppers. Notice I did not say hate. I’ll eat green peppers, I just don’t care for them. It seems like when I eat green peppers, I’m reminded of them the rest of the day with a persistent return of the flavor. And it is not my favorite flavor. Food hate is reserved for the truly deserving items that cannot be tolerated. Like bananas. So on the Omni, we sub green chiles for green peppers for “Our Way.” For the other half of the pie, Edelweiss was chosen for no other reason than its deliciousness.
Even 10 years in, 575 is stellar. I have had 575 pizza so many times, I take it for granted. When I take the time to pause, savor and appreciate it, I am startled at how damn good it is. The dough is a perfect combination of crisp, chewy, dry and moist (everyone’s favorite word) and the ingredients are all-stars. I cannot imagine a better pizza.
575 will be always be the clean-up hitter in the Eat Out Amarillo rotation. For any new-comer to town, 575 is the #1 recommendation. Now, if they only served Rondo and had a Ms. Pac Man.