The Rock Wood Fired Pizza recently appeared on a westward stretch of 137 Avenue, and purports to be a duality of pizza and spirits. This descriptor is reasonably accurate, although a recent visit proved to be not quite the "soft rock" of a cultivated pizzeria, nor the "hard rock" of a guts-and-glory tap house.
The Rock's interior is dimly lit and punctuated by coloured spotlights. A garage sale's worth of rock memorabilia - think guitar chandeliers and menus that evoke record sleeves - covers walls and tables. Music plays at a remarkably considerate volume; indeed, ambient conversation noise all but drowns out the strains of "Don't stop believing." For a house of spirits, beer offerings are slim. The Rock is apparently out of Alley Kat on this particular evening, and it takes no fewer than three wait staff to reach that conclusion. I settle on the Microbrew Sampler. Most of the seven brews taste similar to one another, though "Suicide Blonde" and "Rock Steady Red" were rather enjoyable.
Onto the pizza. The Rock's record sleeve menu is unnecessarily insists on including a redundancy of hamburgers, appetizers and sandwiches. All could be deleted without consequence. Pizzas are divided into "Red," "White" and "Specialty" pies. "Harvest Moon" falls into the latter category, and features tomato slices, proscuitto, basil, and capers. The tomato slices are unripe to the point of being white and crunchy in the centre, far beyond rescue from even the oven's heat. The proscuitto underneath is nearly undetectable. Basil and capers are fresh and zesty; were the tomatoes ripe, the entire dish would be far tastier.
"California Dreamin" replaces tomato sauce with cream sauce and, thus, is "white." The crust - it must be mentioned for both this pie and previous - is excellent. Thin, but not too thin, and perfectly tender without the horrendous black char-bubbles that plague other pizzas around town. Toppings, however, land squarely in the middle of the road. Sun-dried tomatoes are obscure and effectively silenced by pesto. In all estimation, a decent, if not especially memorable experience. Erstwhile slices made for a welcome midnight snack - nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain and leftover pizza.