Pizza, that most essential token of affection from the oft-hostile universe, is hard to come by in my area. Good pizza, that is. The soulless chain outlets provide what can only be described as Bowling Alley Pizza; the pre-made offerings at local saloons and cafes are dismal offerings that, should they be offered in sacrifice to the Pagan Pizza Gods, would only result in the vengeful end of humankind. The occasional standout offers good pizza, but without much charm. But drive out a bit further, past the vineyards of Sonoita and Elgin, and to the perfectly adorable hamlet of Patagonia, and you will find truly great pizza and ambience to match.
Housed in its new location in a restored 1915 saloon called the Big Steer, Velvet Elvis has larger quarters now made to resemble a peaceful mission. These adobe walls were once crumbling, but have, Phoenix-like, risen from the dust. Within, the restaurant pays homage to art, the triumph of good over evil, South American culture, Frida Kahlo, the archangel Michael, snakes, jaguars, and tropical plants - and it all blends seamlessly into a serene and joyful place to grab tapas, a margarita, or ... most importantly ... damned fine pizza.
Study of the carved Archangel Michael. |
But back to the pizza. The menu offers a variety of "Designer Pizzas," with sumptuous southwestern-influenced ingredients from cilantro to jalapeƱos. For the gluten-avoidant, the smaller pizzas can be made with almond flour. To satisfy my months-long craving, though, I needed a classic: a large mushroom pepperoni. It was exactly as pizza should be: a crust doughy and fresh, tomato sauce where you can taste the sweetness of the tomatoes themselves, and a wonderfully gooey cheese, applied liberally. It was the answer to my lengthy search, covering literally hundreds of miles across southeastern Arizona, and truly the stuff of pizza dreams.
Filling myself on outstanding pizza, watched over by blue-lit cherubs and the Virgin Mary, and partaking in excellent conversation with a friend too-seldom seen, made for the perfect afternoon.
A few doors down we stopped in at the Patagonia Trading Post, a shop filled with treasures crafted by local and international artisans and books of local interest and - best of all! - a shop cat named Oreo.
Oreo's favorite hiding places - Saguaro-shaped cat beds; cat baskets; other fluffy nooks - fit in almost indiscernibly on the shelves filled with candles, artwork, hand-felted toys, and objets d'art too vast and variable to recall. Here, a rack of native plant seeds, beautifully packaged; feet away, a comfy cat bed.
Oreo, shop cat, on the job. |
Armed with books and (amazingly) resisting the temptation of so many other goodies, my friend and I moved on. As we'd driven to Patagonia, another place called out to me: The Meading Room outside of Sonoita. Vineyards and wine-tasting outlets grace the serene foothills throughout the area, but mead? My familiarity and attraction to mead has largely been a literary and historical one; from meads mentioned in Chaucer to the meads of Medieval history, I'm aware of their lengthy place in the world of fermented spirits, but I've never tasted the stuff. Unlike wine, which relies on fermented grapes, mead is a fermented honey beverage.
The Meading Room is a play on words for the mead hand-crafted onsite as well as the corner of the mead room lined with bookshelves and featuring cozy chairs where a weary traveler can take a break, sip a cider or a mead, and read until restored - or meet (mead!) with friends. The mead room also offers shelves of tasteful artsy gifts and souvenirs, from T-shirts and watercolor dots to, well, mead.
I tasted three varieties of the many offerings at the Meading Room; first, a lavender and pear offering; next, a ginger bubbling variety called Ziggy's; and finally, a new offering that isn't yet bottled (waiting on labels to be printed) but is available behind the bar. The lavender used in the products at the Meading Room is grown on-site, along with other herbs in an immaculate, picture-perfect garden outside the building. As a sucker for anything ginger, though, I left with a bottle of Ziggy's.
Note the alcohol content on the label: 8.5%. Mead is notable for its high ABV. The stronger the honey flavor in standard ("sack") meads, the higher the alcohol content. There are lower-ABV meads and "seltzer" meads, but if I'm going to go for the closet thing to original, I'm going to go for the standard. It'll be the perfect accompaniment for revisiting Beowulf and the Canterbury Tales.
On the rolling hills behind the Meading Room, antelope watched us come and go.
Antelope sentinels under storm clouds behind The Meading Room. |
Pizza, mead, antelope, local art, visiting locally-owned places that are clearly passion projects, and driving historically-rich and visually-stunning roads ... no better way to spend an afternoon. If you go, here are some helpful links:
Velvet Elvis: https://www.velvetelvislamision.com/
The Meading Room: https://www.themeadingroom.com/
Enjoy your visit (and the cooler climate than Tucson or Phoenix!) and don't forget to give scritches to Oreo!
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