I ate more on Wednesday afternoon in one sitting than I have for a long time. I could feel my stomach stretching, and it is an uncomfortable feeling. My sister had made reservations at Mario Battali’s famous Pizzeria Mozza, and it is not just hype, folks. I ate until I was in pain, and then I was very sad that I couldn’t fit any more food into my stomach without vomiting.
First course:

This was Nancy’s chopped salad. $15 sounds expensive for a salad, but this salad was HUGE and delicious. It had a light vinaigrette- olive oil and vinegar, I’m guessing, but it was very light and mild and perfect, with just a touch of vinegary bite.
Second courses:

Fried squash blossoms with ricotta. There were about 6 on the plate, but when you place good food in front of my family, it’s funny what little effect the words, “WAIT!! WAIT!! WAAAIIIIIIT!” have on them. I don’t know how to describe these, but man, were they good. They tasted delicate as well, and the ricotta was delicious. Quality, people. It goes a long way.

Bone marrow al forno. I love bone marrow (which you would know if you read my blog regularly), so of course I had to try this dish. I loved it, but I didn’t realize that it would be so substantial. The portions were enormous. It came with 3 huge bones from which to scoop the marrow. I ate it by tearing off a piece of olive-soaked pain, then sprinkling whatever chopped lemon juice-drenched salad leaves were sitting on the plate (parsley? bushy leafy cilantro?) onto the pain, adding a piece of roasted garlic soaked in olive oil, and finishing with a scoop of marrow on top. As Patti commented, I ate with gusto. My only regret was that my family didn’t help much with finishing off the plate, so I got very full off of this rich dish, so that I could barely finish one slice of my pizza.
We each ordered our own pizza.
My dad ordered the Pizza alla Benna: Speck, pineapple, jalapeno, mozzarella, and tomato

Speck is a type of smoked prosciutto. Usually I refuse to eat pizza with pineapples on it, but the reason why it worked on this pizza was that it was dried pineapple rings. There was no juice to soak the pizza and ruin the other flavors. It had a mildly sweet taste that worked well with the spices from the jalapeno and the smokiness/saltiness of the speck.
My mom ordered a pizza with ipswich clams, garlic, oregano, chiles, pecorino and parmigiano:

My family declared it to be their favorite, but I disagreed. I will admit that I was feeling uncomfortably full at this point and the richness of the clams just made me a little nauseous, so if I hadn’t been stuffed with marrow and olive oil, I may have changed my mind. It was quite a unique taste, though. It wasn’t just a pizza with clams dropped on top. It was a dry pizza, with dry cheeses, so as not to compete with the flavor of the clams. There was a pleasant prickly spiciness to it, and I realize now it must have been the chiles.
Patti ordered a pizza with speck, bufala muzzarella, olive tapenade, and oregano (the prettiest pizza):

I was annoyed with Patti because she wouldn’t put a slice on my plate, but if she had, I probably would have reached bursting point. I reheated it the next day for lunch, but I heated the cheese too much and it hardened. The muzzarella was good, though.
My dish was the simplest: Funghi misti, fontina, taleggio, and thyme

This was my favorite dish, because the cheese and mushrooms were so fragrant and rich. The flavor of the mushrooms was strong, in a good way. The cheese was nice and gooey.
We were way too full to even consider dessert, but bursting guts be damned, we ordered 2 desserts, anyway.

This was a butterscotch pudding with creme and a caramel sauce, I think it was. Delicious, and if I had had room, I would have licked the cup clean. It was torturous to have to leave some of that sweet whipped goodness behind.

These are rice fritters with sliced apricots in apricot syrup. They look like yummy beignets, until you bite into them and realize to your delight that they are filled with what appears to be rice pudding. Again, it was torture to not finish them.
Pizzeria Mozza
641 N. Highland Ave.,
Los Angeles
323-297-0101
Don’t valet because it’s too expensive and it is right next to a residential neighborhood where there is ample room for parking.
Here are photos of my family, who have encouraged my love of food my entire life:

Put a glass of cold beer in his hand and my dad is a happy man. I believe my appreciation of Budweiser comes from him, and he is holding an Italian beer that was very crisp and refreshing.

I have described Patti as “just like me, only half a foot taller and 20 pounds lighter.” Oh, except for her head - maybe we actually weigh the same because of the huge disparity in our head size.