You Talkin’ To Me!? Pizza at The Worden is an Old World Italian experience

By BOB BRADBERRY

The Progress

Imagine in my best Rod Serling voice: Picture, if you will, a place back in time. 1950’s New York. A time when black sedans, shiny suits, and guys talkin’ like their mouths are full of cotton were in abundance. The “Family” Zone!

Hey, everybody. It’s me, The Fat Guy, and I want to take a journey back in time where The Mafia was prevalent, and great food was compulsory.

I’d been searching for a good pie (pizza for you non-New Yorkers) for some time and my “Uncle Saully” told me to go see Big Jake. I walked in the building to be stopped by two very large men.

They asked me what I wanted. I told them that “Uncle Saully” told me to come see Big Jake.
“Who are you,” they ask.
“Who am I? Who I am is none of your business, but most people call me The Fat Guy” (great name for this story!).

You could see their faces change expression from cocky to struck with fear. We mean no disrespect, Mr. Fat Guy. Big Jake will be right wit’ chu!

A few minutes later Big Jake, the guy also known as the Warden (Worden), entered the room and greeted me properly. I told him word was he had a great pie and I was here to find out for myself!

Okay, back to modern times. The Worden at Oasis Golf Club started making pizza last July. Big Jake, er um, Jake, told me it was his take on the classic NY thin crust pizza.
The sauce is his family recipe!

He bragged about having a bit of a char on his crispy crust, and toppings that come right to the edge. No thick bread crust to make the pie look bigger.
The moment of truth. There was tension in the air. I told the two wise guys there to tell Big Jake to ‘fuggetaboudit!’

I told Big Jake he’s making his ma proud and that I needed a Gramma to slap. This old guy soon appeared and said his name was Gramma. BAM! A fresh one applied to Gramma’s cheek.
Translated to mean that this pizza was everything promised. Crispy crust, toppings (greaseless) applied right to the edge.

The family sauce was killer (no pun intended). It was full of flavor with just a touch, an Angel’s kiss, of bite.
People, if you have not yet tried The Worden’s pizza, take it from me, The Fat Guy: get in there and do yourself a huge favor.

Mrs. FG and I have been looking for a really good pizza here since arriving a year and a half ago. O M G!! fuggetaboudit!! Don’t make me come lookin’ for yous!
And tell Big Jake at The Worden that the Fat Guy sent you!

The Worden is located in the Oasis Golf Club at 100 Palmer Lane in Mesquite. For more information visit theworden.com or call 702-346-5550.