1702 is a newish pizza joint on Speedway next to the Asian Sandwich Deli that I keep forgetting to go to. Cal and I had been thwarted from dining at 1702 previously due to it being closed on a Tuesday afternoon at 5:30. We both vowed never to eat there again which is why it took us a month to give it another shot. This time we showed up around 6:30 in the hopes that we could catch part of the Suns vs. Spurs.
The place was crowded with a mixed bag of patrons. They were mostly college students, including one idiot with three juggling clubs sticking out of his oversize military surplus bag. The decor was simple yet comfortable. There are two huge chalkboards in the corner displaying their vast beer selection. They’ve got to have one of the best, if not the bes, selection in town. I’d scarcely heard of most of their options which isn’t a surprise since my favorite beer is still Rolling Rock. We took the table located directly underneath the chalkboards which proved to be a mistake as near sighted customers were constantly approaching our table and squinting up at the boards.
We started with a few beers. Cal ordered an Arrogant Bastard, Eric had a Tetley’s Smooth Flow(which delivered just what its name suggested), and I had a curious tasting Agave. We followed those up with a couple of pitchers of Purple Haze. The Purple Haze had a slightly mellow, fruity taste which was a great compliment to the heavy, enormous slices we ordered.
Seriously the size of these slices outdoes Brooklyn and possibly Arizona Pizza Company, they approached the size of catcher’s mit used for knuckleballers. Eric ordered his barometer slice, pepperoni. He is a long time ranker and tabulator of pizza qualities and in order to maintain a fair and balanced approach he orders the same slice or pie everywhere, straight pepperoni. He was happy with his slice, which reminded him of our belvoed Papa Keno’s back home in Lawrence, KS. He wanted me to be sure to mention the individual pizza cutters available on every table. It was a nice touch, the slices were definitely too big to pick up and eat and using the pizza cutters to slice them into manageable sections was necessary. I ordered the Italia, which was topped with feta, tomatoes, spinach, garlic and basil. I can’t say enough about how fresh the toppings were, especially the tomatoes. Cal went a different route with his standby sausage and garlic. He ordered a whole pie as an “investment.”
Cal and Eric also ordered wings. They were baked and therefore terrible. I’ve yet to eat a baked wing that could even approach a fried wing. They should really just take these off he menu and add a bread stick or something that they could put through the oven. Another downside was the service. It was ridiculously busy and there were only two people serving. One was a waitress and the other was presumably the owner. Both of them were friendly but frazzled. We suspected that they were either short staffed or caught by surprise by a rush.We waited nearly an hour for our food which all came out at the same time. At one point I saw one of the cooks serving food in his dirty ass apron. A fellow diner was so hungry she offered Cal five dollars for a slice of his “investment.” Cal obliged, mostly because I think he was still pissed over how bad the wings were and wanted compensation. I’m willing to give 1702 the benefit of the doubt in the service area because the waitress and owner were pleasant and working as hard as I’ve ever seen wait staff work.
Over our heads on the immense chalkboard Eric noted a slice and pint lunch special for seven fifty which means he’ll definitely be back for one of his patented “early starts.” I give 1702 seven and a half slices of pizza bigger than your freaking face. I’d bump it up to an eight if their wings didn’t taste like poop.
What goes better with pizza, beer or freckles?
Here’s what the retards on the internet think:
“The atmosphere needs some work but the beer makes it worth it.” – Surranna V.
“there’s apparently been some issues with the regularity of hours, but this has apparently been corrected.” – Michael C.
“Ted, being the enthusiastic carnivore that he is, ordered the “Meata” slice” – Tucson Weelky