Pizzeria & Brewery June (dt)
|A local pick, the Karneses
promised, and local it was as we pulled into
Angelas Pizzeria and Brewery on Rt 32 just south of
Storys Four Corners in Kiskatoma perpetual
could-be but finally selected after a dozen years.
According to its website, Angelas has had a productive forty year history in the Hudson Valley . An unmistakably Italian eatery, it offers a generous width of menu offerings with comfortable pricinga dozen appetizers, ten soups/salad, usual array of pizza combination, calzone, paninis, hamburgers, heroes, several pasta dishes, another eight styles of Italian dishes with choices of meats, a handful of entrées, and a few desserts.
And Wednesday is Pasta Festa night, all you can eat, for $10, with soup (chicken fajita, this evening) or salad, and bread pudding for dessertan event that DP8 normally would not notice (see below). If selected, one can barely do McDonalds for that price.
Orders for the table included:
**From the Pasta Festa menu: baked ziti (Kriss & Ken), frutti de mare (Kerry), chicken scampi (Julie), and pasta puttanesca (Mark). All were deemed satisfactory and satisfying.
**From the regular menu: chicken stagione (Deb T), shrimp stagione (Deb K), pork braciole (Don), and shrimp parm (Chay). All were deemed satisfactory.
Off to one side, through the glass plate windows, was the Rip Van Winkle Brewery, a new venture, and whose offerings of pale ale, stout, brown ale, and light ale enticed all the usual wine drinkers this evening except for one. We deemed the beer to be satisfactory, worthy of a trip back on a dry day. Three others imbibed water or diet soda.
The dessert offerings were sparse, and two of us chose the tartuffoformulaic, rock-hard upon delivery, but once semi-thawed was satisfactory.
Given the circumstances, it was not surprising that the billincluding tax, tip, and drinkscame to $54 per couple, an inexpensive night and a 25 minute drive from Freehold.
Service was mostly good (ugh, we did not get a name this evening). She was efficient (perhaps, a bit curt for our likes a couple times), food was prompt, water was delivered when requested, and Ken got most of the (miserable) coffee he wanted.
Ambiance was becoming of a clean,
almost sterile, remodeled pancake house, which is what we
seemed to remember the building was in its earliest
incarnation. The front room, about a 30x30,
bore a thin carpet, beige veneer wainscoting, lighter
upper half, lit by recessed lightbulbs above and sconces
on the wall.
The evening had started somewhat
unconventionallyan evening of firsts and rarities.
Discussions here, there, and
in-between ranged the usual direction. Even though Joyce
was not present, her looming retirement was the big
topic. The fact we could tease Mark caused the
prolongation of topic.
Other topics: a bit of after-trips details, the weeklong dead juniper pulling project at the Monteverds, Debs photos of Nate and Jenae, Jens pregnancy, summer plans, social calendars, naughty post cards, the Adamses whereabouts, the Quinn and Monteverd and Notar kids whereabouts, a bit of the national bad weather news, the upcoming end-of-year party at Karneses, and more.