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That's not a calzone.

One of the most frustrating things about New Hampshire is the almost complete lack of decent pizza. I realize I'm somewhat picky about this, but - why is it so hard? There's plenty of good pizza in Connecticut. I'm 150 miles from my parents' house, and apparently something happens in those 150 miles that makes the crust taste like a cracker and the sauce and cheese just . . . bleh.

Anyway, I was excited a few weeks ago because I finally found halfway decent pizza at a chain (yes!) called Amato's. I mean, it's not the best pizza ever, but I don't actually complain while eating it, which I'm sure is a nice change of pace for my dinner companions. (Although, really? People who are convinced that Pizza Hut is The Best Thing Ever - you're just asking for it.) Yesterday I was really wanting a calzone, so I figured that since Amato's pizza was okay, maybe their calzones would be too. Yeah, not so much. There was sauce baked into the calzone, which is something they do around here that I just don't understand. Sauce goes on the side! There was no ricotta. And the dough didn't form a nice fluffy pocket enclosing the whole thing. It was just kind of . . . folded over.

I mean, okay. The thing tasted fine. It just didn't at all fulfill my calzone craving. I'm going to Connecticut this weekend; there may be a calzone in my future. Otherwise, I'm going to have to just start making them myself.