It is important, when you are sick, and it is 18 degrees outside and mucky, to have a pizza delivery place you can count on. To whom can you cry out for cheesy salvation and saucy sustenance on a Wednesday night, when you are feeling blue and all that will help is an hour of Survivor and a large pizza pie? Last week we called upon Siano’s with fairly impressive results, I am happy to report. I must mention our delivery guy, that much maligned member of society. He wasn’t a stoner, or a mumbler, or a weirdo, or a pervert, or a dog kicker. Or maybe he was. But he made a fine first impression in the three minutes that we were together. Jovial and swift, he unzipped the keep-warm bag and made change while making jokes and seeing that I wasn’t too cold in the foyer. That’s where we were standing. It’s a small thing, but much appreciated, don’t you think? I was a little surprised at the price – $17.00 seemed somewhat high for a large cheese, but considering the less costly alternatives available, that appear to use a 30 watt bulb to melt American cheese on basement-bred dough, I am willing to pay a premium. And it was good! Chewy, on the thin side, properly charred crust, tangy, very red, bright sauce and a sensible amount of cheese. It was reminiscent of homemade, pizza party pies, the kind you get before a rousing game of musical chairs and a lousy round of hot potato. Oh, the anxiety of those rainy afternoons, all party dressed-up and ready for anything, usually ending with goody bags. I would serve Siano’s to a swarm of 3rd graders or nuisance of beer drunk husbands watching TV. I would order it again any day, and by any day, I mean, probably tonight. Probst and his dimples are back! I still am not sure I have found true pizza love in Portland, but for overall tastiness, quality and desirable delivery, Siano’s kind of rules.
About Jillian Bedell
Jillian grew up in Connecticut, went to university in Boston, college in New Haven, did some post-grad soul searching in New York, exiled herself to Mexico, married her longtime sweetheart, and lived in a house on the ocean. She suspected Maine might be the perfect place to raise a family, so she came back home to New England two years ago. Now a mom to Violet Maeve and living in Rockland, where she hopes to settle for a good, long while, Jillian reads, writes, walks, and practices Nia, when not watching Malcolm photograph sandwiches.