But let's face it: there are times when the only item you truly crave is a crispy slab of dough with an incredulous amount of toppings.
So we set out for Goodfellas in Streetsville, and arrived just past 7 pm to discover the insane lack of available street parking.
In contrast to the two 12" pizzas from Maker Pizza, the fiori di latte exhibited a consistency that was more chewy than it was airy; the mozzarella was saltier and firmer than I would have preferred, as was the speck. And while the cheese-topped sections of the crust were lovely and crisp, the outer edges were stiff, resulting in not-so-smooth digestion on my part.
I consumed approximately one third of the pizza before my stomach reached capacity.
As with the other food item, it arrived in a fairly short period of time. Served on a long, rectangular ceramic plate, its appearance was unlike any other version of the layered cake-like dessert I have ever witnessed. Unstated in the menu, the plate contained Goodfellas' individual rendition of a deconstructed tiramisu.
My taste buds hadn't been able to detect whether the white dollops were mascarpone or simply regular whipped cream, but they were able to taste the strong, sweet aroma of the coffee liquor mix absorbed by the ladyfinger biscuits. Despite the less than formidable presentation and complete absence of distinct layers, the tiramisu remained a considerably delicious conclusion to the meal.
Regarding the pizza itself, it is regretful to admit that Maker does it a bit better and more economically. Should I return to Streetsville to explore more of their traditional wooden and stone oven options though, my only concerns would be parking and accessibility, as two flights of narrow stairs is the only route to the bathroom and back.