One of the must-visit places on our itinerary whenever we pass through Boston is Pino’s Pizza. My husband and I, back when we first started dating, used to go to the one on Cleveland Circle, near where I lived and worked. He had already been a regular since his high school days. And now our sons carry on the tradition.
Pino’s marinara sauce is perfection, the crust is thin and light, and they add just the right amount of cheese – a true work of art. There are glass jars of crushed peppers and Parmesan cheese on the counter to add some extra flavor to your pie, and a wide array of sparkling waters and soda. The heat from their open oven doors reminds me of the summer air in Atlanta.