Pizza's Reward For Exploration, As Ernesto's Meets Its Match

I am still yet to blog on Ernesto's, which until a few weekends ago, stood as my uncontested single favorite pizza place of all time. And while that blog will eventually come, I want to write about some nearby competition. Before I dive into the competition, I want to add one quick thought. For all those people, including many of my friends, who still maintain that Pizzeria Regina makes the crème de le crust, please read this blog. And if I can’t convince you here, then simply go to google.com, search “famous pizza Boston,” and look at the results. Enough said. Ernesto’s comes up as the first two entries. Pizzeria Regina requires a scroll down to numbers seven and eight. Now, I will get back on track.

Located at 106 Blackstone Street (617 723 8585) in Boston amidst the open air farmer's market (the market is every Saturday), Haymarket Pizza appears to be a dump. It is tucked back and is easily missed by the many people scrambling around the market. On that note, many people who do find their way in probably find their way out just as fast. Inside, there are more pigeons than people, meaning only one thing. Pigeons must know good pizza.

The place was full of young kids, adults and the market-goers, and there were no seats left. We chose a corner by the video games, which a few young boys attempted to play without any change. There we stood to indulge in the two slices of pizza, and a Dr. Pepper, for $4 and some change (if I remember correctly). One slice was onion and the other was broccoli and tomato. The toppings were fresh, the slices still hot, and the crust right in between the soft and hard state you would want. And you have to keep in mind; slices are never as good as a pie out of the oven. I am sure this is the case at Haymarket Pizza as I have found it to be at Ernesto’s and everywhere else. Still, the slices were grade A slices.

Haymarket Pizza is a hole in wall without a doubt, but it is also another example of the small, hidden wonders of Boston that without a little exploration would go on unfound and unappreciated.