Issue 001 at Pizza Alley

Our fleet of carrier finches has finally landed in Highlands. We realize it took them a while, but even broadsheets are heavy in bundles. Plus, they had to take refuge under Speer Boulevard during a snowstorm.

We’re especially pleased to have copies of The Warbler at Pizza Alley—the restaurant was featured in the first of what will be many pizza reviews.

We hint at this in the review, but not a lot of people know that whenever The New York Times film critic A.O. Scott is in Denver, he pops into pizza alley for a slice (or eight).

“At the heart of Pizza Alley’s arresting pepperoni slice is a fiery warmth that becomes not only the stomach’s willing subject, but also its confidant and friend,” Scott told us, speaking from his office. “Don’t even get me started on the calzones. In between the mushroom and black olive and the sausage and peppers, there exists a gaping decision so haunting and strange that it turns whichever folded pie you eventually pick into something much more opaque and unsettling than if you’d tried to eat them both.”

Huh?

Whatever. The guy’s smart like a tortoise, so who are we to ask questions.