Celebrate National Pizza Day 2024 with 6 deals on Friday, February 9

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Happy 2024 National Pizza Day to all who celebrate — and really, shouldn’t we all celebrate ice cream every day, especially on Friday, February 9?

Why is February 9 National Pizza Day? That’s not what we’re here to answer. You’re here to find out about free or discounted pizza, and we want to get to that as fast as possible so the cheese doesn’t get all cold and congealed.

So let’s stop writing about pizza and get to the important stuff here: A partial list of joints that we’ve found who will give something away or sell you pizza for less than the usual price:

This is why Russell Wilson said ‘Pizza! Pizza!’ at the line of scrimmage

Get that man some Little Caesars! Broncos QB Russell Wilson used ‘Pizza! Pizza!’ as an audible against the Browns.

Peyton Manning had “Omaha!

Russell Wilson has … “Pizza! Pizza!”

And, no, it’s not just free advertising for Little Caesars, the official pizza sponsor of the NFL.

When Wilson called out “Pizza! Pizza!” against the Cleveland Browns last week, he was altering his teammates to an audible. Wilson was not completely changing the play. Rather, as The Athletic‘s Nate Tice pointed out on Twitter/X, the Denver Broncos quarterback was flipping a play.

Denver had originally called a read option play to the right side of the field. After getting to the line of scrimmage and seeing Cleveland’s alignment, Wilson called out “Pizza! Pizza!” to flip the play to the left side instead.

Broncos running back Javonte Williams and fullback Michael Burton switched sides before the snap and Wilson then ran a read-option with Williams to the left side of the field instead of the right.

Wilson clearly made the right decision — he ended up keeping the ball and rushed for 19 yards. Here’s a sampling of how fans reacted to the audible on social media.

How Pizza Has Changed

Pizza by the slice at Pennington Pizza in Pennington, New Jersey, paired with a regional Stewart’s root beer. Pizza used to be regional. If you were in New York, you just got New York pizza. If you were anywhere else in the country, there was a …

Pizza by the slice at Pennington Pizza in Pennington, New Jersey, paired with a regional Stewart’s root beer.

Pizza used to be regional. If you were in New York, you just got New York pizza. If you were anywhere else in the country, there was a different style.

New Jersey pizza can be folded and the oil runs down your arm. It’s sold by the slice, and paired with a Stewart’s root beer or maybe a birch beer. At one time, there was a neighborhood pizza pie place for everyone, run by somebody’s Italian uncle.

New York-style is pretty much the same, until you bring coal-fired into the picture. Some swear by the char.

Midwest pizza is all over the board. There was the cracker-thin crust that places like Ken’s popularized in the 70s. More recently, there are attempts at New York-style pizza, without the Italian uncle. It depends on your part of middle America.

The fun thing about Chicago pizza is arguing about it—all friendly, of course. Deep-dish is what they are known for, but Chicagoans beg to differ about which pizza maker is best. Giordano’s? Nancy’s? Lou Malnati’s? Pizzeria Uno? Do you want cheese in your crust? What’s worth standing in line for…because that’s a likely scenario.

Detroit-style pizza is square or rectangular, and often eaten with a fork. Otherwise it’s closely aligned to Chicago pizza.

California pizza—oh, now there’s a different pizza. Describe California toppings to someone from New Jersey and they won’t believe you are talking about pizza. These pizzas arguably started the trend toward fresh spinach, pineapple, artichokes, roast red pepper, sundried tomatoes, and goat cheese.

All this regionality made pizza distinctive. You knew where you were when you ate it. Times have changed.

Now you go to New Jersey and everyone raves about the wood-fired pizzas, thin crust and all. You go to Chicago and the deep-dish rivalry continues, sure, but they’ve branched out to skinny versions to appeal to the masses.

Pizza, in all its forms, has become ubiquitous. Want deep dish in Alabama? Go to Tortugas in Birmingham. Want Detroit-style on the West Coast? Try Purgatory Pizza in Los Angeles. Want New York-style in Missouri? Try The Big Slice in Springfield.

Understand, this is not a complaint, but rather a commentary on the melding of flavors and tastes that has taken place. As our world gets smaller, our access to the finer things in life—like our choice of pizza—is getting larger.

On a personal note, when I was transplanted from the East Coast to middle America, I missed “real pizza” terribly. What I could find was mostly described as cardboard covered in ketchup. Now, budget notwithstanding, I could use Goldbelly to get Pequod’s or John’s of Bleecker Street or a dozen others. But I don’t even have to do that. Pizza is offered in all its various forms at many local restaurants. It may not be the stuff of memories, but it usually satisfies the craving.

We are an amalgamation of tastes. And now, good or bad, we can access what we want. Without a road trip. Without necessarily packing it in dry ice to mail. Without using your imagination.

When it comes to pizza, it may no longer be regional. But it’s almost always good, in all its permutations. Go grab a slice.

The opinions of the author are just that—opinions. Feel free to nicely express your own.










Blue Mountain Brewery – Destination: Virginia

A tasting at Blue Mountain Brewery in Nelson County, Virginia, is about more than the beer. It’s about comfort, relaxing, ensuring you have the right fit for your dining and drinking pleasure. It’s more like a lesson in how to do life right. Not to …

 

A tasting at Blue Mountain Brewery in Nelson County, Virginia, is about more than the beer. It’s about comfort, relaxing, ensuring you have the right fit for your dining and drinking pleasure. It’s more like a lesson in how to do life right.


Not to build up hopes or anything, but that’s the kind of experience we had while touring the brewing company, which is in the heart of Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains. Credit goes to President and Brewmaster Taylor Smack for setting the tone. He, along with partner Matt Nucci, founded what’s been dubbed just “Mountain” back in 2007—making them a pioneer of Virginia’s rural brewery scene.


They set the example well, since there are now several more breweries, plus distributors, gathered in Virginia’s “Alcohol Alley.” Smack says, “All of us have banded together to do charity work and so on,” meaning it’s not about competition. Each is distinctive. So, back to Mountain, now in its 16th year.

“Basically, I had a dream I shared with my wife and my business partner Matt,” says Smack. “I had gotten into the corporate world and hated it. I started skipping work and visiting [surprise!] a brewery. I threw myself into it and went to brewing school in Chicago.”


He soon decided to take his new knowledge and skills back to his home state. He says, “I love Virginia and wanted to come back and be part of the craft renewal that was happening.” They established themselves in a place “where life is a little slower and a lot more fun.”

Smack adds, “The whole idea we had was to create traditional or experimental beers using great ingredients.” They focus on working with suppliers who have mission-oriented stories—grown organically, grown privately, locally-based.

“We aren’t sponsoring the Super Bowl so we can concentrate on trying new things,” he says. “We wanted to bring all that excitement back to Virginia and get craft beer out of the urban environment and mindset.” He adds, “After all, when you think wine, you think beautiful orchids and land. Why not the same for beer?”


As he thinks back to the early days, he says, “I just happen to like beer more than wine. Beer is really an agricultural product, and I thought, “why couldn’t we do the same thing with beer.” They started with what he describes as, “a tiny kitchen in a hayfield in the middle of Nelson County. It seemed cool to me!”

It grew, as dreams do. They continued to innovate, becoming the “first crafter to can in the state in 2009.” The facilities now include not only multiple breweries but a restaurant and an inn which is booked solid on weekends. Pre-pandemic, they had about 200 employed, and while it’s a bit lower now, it continues to build back. Smack grins as he says, “It’s been a ride and now we have so many good people in place it’s easier. There were high schoolers making more than I made in our first few years!”


At the time, laws were unformed around offering tastings, and Smack says, “We, by force, became a restaurant. Locals gave us a shot and it evolved—and now the restaurant is booked more often than the brewery!”

Then, in 2012, “our brewers guild helped change the law and it allowed for the explosion of breweries in Virginia.” There are now more than 300 in the state. “Now you don’t have to be a restaurant and can just serve beer,” he explains. Across three brewery locations they brew and bottle for on-site and what he calls “a little bit of distribution.”


The most popular beer at Blue Mountain is called the “Full Nelson,” and it’s become known throughout the state. As for the restaurant menu, it’s the “Date Night Pizza,” which really has to be tasted to be understood—and is definitely craveable. Since the menu changes periodically, also watch for the Apple Bratwurst Pizza, the Hummus Wrap, or the popular Fish Tacos served on Tuesdays.


Thinking back to the bent toward agriculture, it should be noted that they grow hops on site, keeping products close to their original dream.


Flights are served lightest to darkest, all the way from a Classic Lager to a Dark Hollow Ale (100 days in a bourbon barrel). On that, Smack says, “we are reinventing barrel-aged beer to get the flavor from the barrel.”


It takes a lot of energy to run a brewery, a restaurant, and an inn—all while continuing to innovate. Good thing Smack exudes energy, along with the love of brewing craft beer that brought him back to Virginia, gave him enthusiasm for work, and opened up an area that delights the locals. It’s doing life right.


About This Series

The Shenandoah Valley is nestled between the Blue Ridge and Appalachian Mountains in historic and scenic west-central Virginia. It has the transportation infrastructure and connection to markets in every direction. One of their major areas of focus is the food processing taking place in the region. The Food Channel recently had the opportunity to work with the Virginia Economic Development Partnership (VEDP) to tour some of the up and coming places, and to talk with entrepreneurs as well as established business people eager to tell the Virginia story.

Some accommodations for these stories were provided by the Virginia Economic Development Partnership (VEDP).


About the Shenandoah Valley

The Shenandoah Valley is nestled between the Blue Ridge and Appalachian Mountains in historic and scenic west-central Virginia. Interstates 81 and 64 traverse the region, providing an excellent transportation infrastructure and connection to markets in every direction. The area is plentiful in natural resources and boasts a powerful cluster of employers rooted in manufacturing, agriculture, and logistics. Food and beverage production is at the heart of the manufacturing sector, representing four times the national average and employing more than 5% of the Valley’s labor force of over 175,000 people at major companies. The Shenandoah Valley is also the No.1 region in Virginia for the total value of agricultural products sold.


Photos by Paul K. Logsdon



DiGiorno’s all-onion March Madness ‘Cry Pie’ pizza is better than it has any right being

DiGiorno’s special college basketball pizza reeks, but onions and alfredo sauce should be best friends.

NCAA basketball tournament season is a time for gimmicky experimentation for all the #brands out there. Two weeks ago we were treated to the danky grossness of the Coors-sicle, a frozen beer-adjacent … confection? that smelled like weed and tasted like a can of Arizona iced tea had been taught to vomit.

This, somehow, led DiGiorno to reach out to Caroline Darney and I in hopes of reviewing the company’s new, March Madness-specific pizza. The Cry Pie is a thin crust square topped with alfredo sauce, a light amount of cheese and then what I can only estimate is half a pound of onions.

Red onions. Caramelized onions. Scallions.

Seriously, this thing smelled the minute I brought it out of the freezer. Frozen things shouldn’t smell and yet, here we are.

Just checking on it by cracking the oven door unleashed a torrent of onion smell that will linger on in my kitchen even after I flood it with Febreze. My dogs, two animals I have seen eat (and then vomit) rocks, investigated the source and ran to higher ground. Friends, this pizza reeks.

But the taste? Well, the taste is pretty damn good.

The acidic tang of the onions — ALL THE ONIONS — plays great with the creamy base of the alfredo sauce. The crust, which is always a concern with frozen pizzas but especially with a thin crust and the liquid-heavy content of vegetables on top, came out perfectly crisp. The raised edges kept the cheese from spilling to the bottom of my oven and had a real Pillsbury Crescent Rolls vibe to it.

While a little garlic would have been a nice touch (and destroyed my breath for possibly weeks afterward) this is a pretty solid, if basic, pizza. Some hot sauce upped the acidic tang a little and really worked out well. You can’t tell from the video above (thanks to my extremely professional editing) but I gruffled down three slices in the six-ish minutes we were filming.

It’s good! I gave the Cry Pie an eight out of 10, which means something since I live in Wisconsin where our frozen pizza grocery selection is so vast it goes viral every now and then. Caroline was more reserved at a six of 10, which is still way better than that Coors nonsense from the start of the tournament. Both of us only slightly regretted the Superfund burps that quickly accompanied digestion.

Anyway, I don’t know if DiGiorno’s gonna dive into all-onion pizzas from here on out. I’m just saying I’ll give it a try if they do.