Crust Clobbers Snobbery

Franklin Street Bakery at Marshall Field's
700 Nicollet Mall, Minneapolis; (612) 375-2430
Hours: Pizzas available Monday-Saturday 11:00 a.m.-5:30 p.m.; Sunday noon-5:30 p.m.


St. Paul Bagelry and
Pizza Napoletana

1702 Lexington Ave., Roseville; (651) 488-1700
Hours: Monday-Thursday 6:30 a.m.-8:00 p.m.; Friday-Saturday 6:30 a.m.-9:00 p.m.; Sunday 7:30 a.m.-4:00 p.m.

Diana Watters

Location Info


Franklin Street Bakery at Marshall Field's

700 Nicollet Mall
Minneapolis, MN 55402-2040

Category: Restaurant > Pizza

Region: Minneapolis (Downtown)

St.Paul Bagelry & Deli

1702 Lexington Ave. N.
Roseville, MN 55113

Category: Restaurant > American

Region: Roseville


Sat down last week in a hipster coffee shop, got one of those hipster cups of coffee in the form of slurry. No, mastic. Wait, even better, minestrone. Decided that that coffee's to blame for the resurgence of the mohawk. (Darlings: Fauxhawks.) Picked up a newspaper, leafed, paged, snooted through it, discovered an interview with the chef and owner of a couple of local big-ticket Italian restaurants. The interviewer asked what he had in his refrigerator. Chef said two slices of pizza from a gas station, for his children. From a gas station? For his children? An Italian chef? Whipped out my cell phone and asked for Minnesota's Department of Culinary Standards and Child Seizures. Waited. But used my time productively; harvested a bushel of "Die, yuppie cell-phone scum" looks.

Sparked a thought: Wouldn't it be lovely if we had a sort of Fort Snelling Olde Tyme historical village, but for punk rock circa 1981? Fill up the empty bits of the Shubert Theater block with a good old Moby Dick's. Next door you'd enter the Black Flagorium to find a sooty-eyed Guthrie intern with exaggerated enunciation, pretending to find a good vein through her ripped fishnets and improvising patter on Ronald Reagan and the joy of really knowing which side was which. On the way out, buy some Tylenol with faux cyanide in it, a movie or a book explaining why some celebrity really wants you to shoot a public figure, or maybe just a candy apple. Well, why not? I think this would go over big, very big. I think tourists would flock to it, hemorrhaging hard cash.

I knew I was hemorrhaging something--and it seemed to be brilliant ideas. Why, what had snobbery ever gotten me except a lot of important friends and highly coveted invitations? If the operator was correct in reporting that Minnesota sponsors neither a Department of Culinary Standards and Child Seizures, nor a Division for the Spray-Painting of Big X's on Novelty Sweaters, then wasn't it high time I renounced my snobbish ways? I took a moment to consider that perhaps there was some really great gas-station pizza around. And perhaps there was great pizza everywhere--in the basements and the bagel shops--if only you went to look for it.

I immediately went home and donned some rough clothes, in the style of peasants, and proceeded to that which I charmingly call Dayton's. (I was born with the horrifying name Moskowitz, and you don't see me going and changing it to Marshall Field's. Dance with the one that brung you, you You-be-loyal-to-us, we'll-be-loyal-to-Chicago corporate faddists.) Renounce snobbery and you will receive miracles! Why, one department store concourse and a bagel shop later, I have found two versions of pizza that could pretty much hold their own with any of the best in town. (Curious? My rough list for pizza champs looks something like this right now: Broders' Cucina Italiana, Cossetta's, D'Amico & Sons, Fat Lorenzo's, Golooney's, Pizza Lucé, Punch Neapolitan Pizza, Sidney's Pizza Cafe, and maybe a couple of places that are so much more restaurant than pizza they hardly count, like the California Café, Figlio, The Loring Bar and Café, Pazzaluna Urban Trattoria & Bar, and Zelo.)

And now--the department store basement pizza shocker! You know how on one end of the basement level of the downtown Minneapolis Dayton's there's candy, and on the other side Leann Chin? Well, right next to Leann Chin is the retail face of the Franklin Street Bakery, where since last winter they've been selling individual pizzas for $2.95 and $3.95. These pizzas are baked fresh all the time. The crusts are bubbly, savory, and light, the toppings good quality, they're pretty darn big, and the prices remain, even at the end of this hype-filled sentence, $2.95 and $3.95!

Three bucks gets you the cheese pizza, made with three kinds of cheese: mozzarella, Monterey jack, and cheddar. A dollar more buys pepperoni; or a very nice Mediterranean vegetable pizza made with artichoke hearts, kalamata olives, and strips of roasted red peppers; or a daily special like sausage and mushroom, which when I tried it was made with lots of tasty fennel-specked crumbles of black-peppery sweet sausage.

The higher price also gets you a barbecue chicken pizza to be reckoned with. Now, Franklin Street Bakery is part of the Bar Abilene/Tejas/Goodfellow's family, helmed by Southwestern-expert chef Mark Haugen, so I guess they would do this well. But before my anti-snobbery resolution, I hated crap like barbecue chicken pizzas. I mean, then why not beef bourguignon pizzas? And yet this thing tastes in some family way like upscale nachos, and why not? It's your lunch. Pieces of chicken rest on a silky barbecue-sauce bed, surrounded by slices of roasted jalapeño peppers, onions, and fresh cilantro, all covered with a generous blanket of Monterey jack and cheddar cheese. It's more like a little taste of what you'd get at Bar Abilene or Tejas. Except that if you got it there, it would cost at least twice as much, and this is definitely one of those things where the pricing makes the enthusiasm; if these pizzas cost twice as much, I'd start complaining about the slightly strange sweet-and-buttery quality of the crust. But for $4? I call it a gift to downtown. (Of course, I also know they intentionally make their crust sweet, and I'm guessing that fans of Pizzeria Uno, the Green Mill, and others who like a pizza crust richer, rather than plainer, will call this heavenly.)

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