Today is a very sad day. Pizza Man, the inspirational venue I featured in my posting only a couple weeks ago, “All ambience…with a side of nostalgia,” was completely destroyed by fire this morning.
No one knows the cause just yet. Local journalists have described this four-alarm disaster as a ‘total loss.’ The flames took down not only the much-loved Italian eatery, but a few other restaurants, clubs and apartments as well. Fortunately, no injuries have been reported at this point.
I feel like something very special has been taken from me today. There is no restaurant quite like Pizza Man. It has always epitomized my ideal for comfortable eating. The low ceilings, the grand wooden wine bar, its cave-like feel and curvy brick walls, the romantic tiny wooden booths, the dim lighting, and the colorful jars of preserves that accented the walls were just some of the qualities that imbued upon this eatery such distinction. It was…cozy. I shared that place with many friends, family, boyfriends, and out-of-towners.
It was a place to be experienced. And everyone I brought got that.
And so, Pizza Man is no more. Perhaps it will come back again one day. But the one I knew so well has become history.
Buonasera, Pizza Man.
** For more coverage and pictures: http://www.todaystmj4.com/news/local/82039532.html