Put It In My Mouth (All 12 Inches of It): SPIN! Pizza’s Cipolla e Chevre

Have you ever eaten something that was so good, you had to go back and get the same exact thing the very next day? It happens to me all too often. Maybe it’s because I’m an extremist, or perhaps it’s my lack of self control. Either way, this week, I put SPIN! Neapolitan Pizza‘s Cipolla E Chevre (Roasted Caramelized Onions & Goat Cheese) in my mouth. Twice. And the week isn’t over yet.

On Wednesday, we ordered SPIN! for a meeting at work. Not wanting to appear piggier than any of my co-workers who were all ordering the Make it a MIA special (a six-inch pizza with a small salad), I did the same. While I’d had it in groups before, it’s safe to say I was a bit of a SPIN! virgin, so I picked the Sonoma salad (red leaf and spinach with grapes, raisins, apples, goat cheese, chopped glazed pecans, blood orange vinaigrette), and the #19, Cipolla e Chevre. Since goat cheese and onions are just about two of my favorite things — EVER — I knew I’d like it. The addition of the onion fig marmalade made me think someone had created this with me in mind.

When it arrived, it took everything I had to not wolf it down as quickly as possible. (In addition to being an extremist, I have very little patience.) It was sweet. It was salty. It was crispy. It was soft.

Being one of SPIN’S bianca (white) pizzas, the Cipolla e Chevre doesn’t have any red (or other) sauce on it, but the onion fig marmalade more than makes up for it, even with a gluten-free crust. (I’m working my way through the book “Wheat Belly,” and trying to eat less wheat.) In fact, I couldn’t even tell that the crust was anything but regular, but I guess that’s why it’s an extra $4.

I ate my salad like a good girl, but I couldn’t stop dreaming of that pizza. So, yesterday, as soon as it was socially acceptable to leave for lunch (11:30 a.m.), I made my way to the SPIN! on 119th Street. The line was nearly out the door. I never wait in lines for anything, but I felt like I had no choice. This pizza was calling my name. So, I waited. When I finally made my way to the counter, and ordered my pizza, the nice man helping me asked if I wanted to “Make it a MIA!” and get a smaller pizza with a salad.

“Nope,” I said. “I want to eat all twelve inches of it.”

And that’s exactly what I did.

Going…

Going…

Gone.