It’s highly unlikely you have been to Eastern Market and not had pizza from Supino’s. If you have not had this delicious slice of heaven, you have sinned. Go straight down there, do not pass go, do not collect $200.
If you are expecting an actual Italian restaurant, or a “restaurant” for that matter, you are mistaken. It’s a small joint with rustic tables and a view into the back. It has a large communal table, and smaller more intimate ones.
The decor is minimal, colorful and eclectic.
The Supinos menu is pretty concise, always the sign of a good place I think.
We went for a large Primavera (tomatoes, artichoke, eggplant, onion, spinach, mozzarella $17).
You can watch your pizza being made. The dough is stretched thin and thrown in the air before being pulled on to a wood paddle and sent into the inferno.
Supino’s pizza is a thin one. And by a thin one I mean anorexic model type. Actually, a model would be jealous of how thin it is. It is even thinner than a NY style pizza. That just makes it so much more awesome. You won’t be in a doughy coma after.
It must be nice when you can shop for your veggies across the street (Eastern Market).
I always love their pizza. The Primavera is a white one aka no sauce, and I like it that way. The mozzarella is perfect, the spinach a nice basil replacement. My one itsy bitsy complaint is that toppings were too minimal and not every slice has some. That is only because I love it so much and want more of that creamy eggplant and tart artichoke. Can you blame me?
Supino’s, there should be haiku’s and poems written for your pizza.
Actually, here is a haiku I made up to wrap: