Would you be willing to spend P300+ for a plate 10”, super-thin pizza just because it had New York written all over it?
Call me un-hip or un-cool but the answer would be heck, no.
Unless, of course somebody is willing to do the spending for me.
Still, not everything comes free, so just this once, we were willing to suck it all up and let our wallets drain as we decided to dip our peasant palates into the pizzas of Yellow Cab.
Pizza purists, especially those who claimed they have been to Manhattan in New Yahk, swear by the NY Classic, a pizza with nothing more than mozzarella cheese, tomato sauce and pepperoni – you know, the way the Sicilian immigrants used to make.
I say bunk. I’m not here to taste history. If I have to pay P300+ for something, it better be worth it. So I chose New York’s Finest (wait – isn’t that what they call their cops? Well, never mind.) Why? Because it was overloaded with meat – Italian sausage, ham, pepperoni, bacon, ground beef – and pizza standards like capers, onions and bell peppers.
Then, my eyes caught the Dear Darla in Kids font. It’s sort of the spring roll from Hypertension Alley – pizza dough wrapped around arugula (!) and alfalfa sprouts (!!). Ah… so that’s where the name came from. Apparently, whoever conceptualized it was a fan of bad kiddie movies.
Thinking that the collective grease and cholesterol are not yet enough to give us seizures, we ordered the Fleet Starters – a combo of chicken wings, baked potato wedges and corn chips, and the classic spaghetti and meatballs.
First, the pizza. The dough was a little tough to chew – would have preferred a little crunch in mine, but hey, it’s a matter of preference. As for the toppings, there was a generous layer of ground beef, ham and pepperoni – but they seem to be interchangeable with the bacon and Italian sausage. (Told you we don’t have elevated palates – let the other pretentious pricks sing praises to the authenticity of the pizza and the divine taste of the bacon when paired off with the Italian sausage – we will just describe how the different components work).
Next is the Dear Darla pizza. The pizza dough was really the lesser version of the NY Finest – it had capers, onions and pepperoni and meat, and large bare areas for where you’re supposed to place your arugula and alfalfa sprouts. Taken separately, the ingredients tasted horrible – arugula tastes what all leafy vegetables taste when eaten fresh (read: bitter) and the sprouts burned my tongue with an herb-like aftertaste. But taken with the pizza, it worked. Somehow, the cheese, the tomato sauce and the meat neutralized the bitterness of the vegetables. We only wished they had served us fresh arugula, not the ones that had apparently been languishing in the bottom bin of the vegetable storage. It was wilted and yellowing, as though it had lost its will to live.
The Fleet Starters was an entire meal on its own. The chicken wings came with a “spicy” sauce, or at least that was what the menu book says. Having been a Vietnamese in my previous life, I have considerable tolerance for heat, so the “spicy” label here is quite relative. Baking the potato wedges made it healthier – possibly to balance off the grease from the chicken – but the taste was rather bland. Really, frying releases the starch in the potatoes better, that’s why French fries are the way to go. But if you’re conscious about your waistlines, then baked potato wedges are most welcome. The tortillas were appropriately crunchy (although they suspiciously taste like the ones Fritos manufacture to the masses – but hey, in the age of fast food, we can’t be choosy, eh?).
Finally, the spaghetti and meatball. The pasta were cooked al dente (in Ilonggo parlance: kid-ol), which is fine by my peasant palate, because I’ve had it with over-cooked, soggy pasta cooked by certain fast foods. Those weaned on sweet ispageti might find the spaghetti of Yellow Cab a little too sour, but you know what? That was fine by us. Tomatoes are supposed to taste that way. Anyway, we appreciated the little acidity that we tasted on our spaghetti. As for the meatballs, they were the size of a dwarf’s fist (go ahead, measure them), and they were just the way we want them: crisp on the outside, chewy and moist on the inside.
The other must-try offerings include the Calzone Grande, the Cream of Squash Soup, and the Tomato Cream Soup.
Our apologies if we were not able to order them. We were too busy operating the defibrillator and checking our blood pressure to bother eating some more.