I call them Team Pizza. A new ritual in our town on Friday nights, one Maria and I have come to cherish when we are in town. Dominick and Scott set up their tent behind the Round House Cafe next to an wood-fired oven built on the grounds of the Hubbard Hall Arts Center. They set up their tent around four p.m., get the fire going and wait for the orders to come in.

The pizzas take about 20 minutes to make, they are fresh and delicious, vegetables and tasty cheeses, soon Dominick and Scott are covered in dough and exhausted. We can eat the pizza in the cafe, but we prefer to sit out back by the picnic tables and eat outside and talk to Scott. Dominick is focused on his work, he is not a big talker, but he is a big smiler.

There are regular fans of Pizza Night at the Round House, they come and sit by the tables with their kids, talk to Scott,  eat their food. A sweet contrast to the mayhem I felt in New York City earlier in this week when every restaurant was loud and noisy and crowded, the people seemed about to burst through the doors.

Our pizza night is sweet and quiet.

Maria and I had a first tonight, we ate our white pizza – tomatoes and basil and cheese and a little pepperoni on one side – out in the open, a storm system sprinkled us with rain, a giant rainbow framed the town, Red came along and sat at our feet. One night, when it was incredibly busy, Maria and I helped make the pizza, we did the toppings, Scott was exhausted. So we feel a part of Team Pizza sometimes, a team I can happily join.