Sunday, December 5, 2010

Pie in the Sky

I like desserts. Cakes, pudding, ice cream and especially pie. Pie in the Sky is a sweet little eatery in the Heights that offers lots of delicious pies as well as some pretty decent meals.

Pie in the Sky is a very small place. The dining room can only hold 50 customers, The parking lot is far too small to accommodate that many, even if everyone carpools. Unfortunately, the space is not utilized well -- half of the store is taken up by a retail area with cookbooks, cooking utensils and other items. We didn't have to wait for a table, but the potential for a back-up is great.

Once we found a parking spot and a table things started really looking up. I was having a strange vegetable craving, so I got a fried chicken salad with ranch dressing. It wasn't anything particularly special, but it was a very pretty and tasty salad -- and big enough for two (though my fat butt didn't share).



My husband had the strawberry spinach salad, and he says it was something special. He ate every bite of it (and this is not a boy who loves vegetables). That alone is quite an endorsement.

We took the menu's advice and saved room for pie. The selection is a little overwhelming, but I would definitely recommend the vanishing blueberry we tried. It's called vanishing, I think, because that's exactly what it does -- it vanishes into your belly!



The staff at Pie in the Sky deserve a Nobel Peace Prize, they're so nice. We got the pleasure of sitting next to what can most politely be described as a "problem customer." She was (unsurprisingly) alone, taking up an entire table for over an hour while she chatted on her cell phone. She complained about her bill (I don't know why -- the prices are all very reasonable and listed on the menu); complained to a busboy about her server, who was also our server and was nothing but friendly and competent; and, to add insult to injury, she ate an entire tray of free samples left on the counter. However, I never once saw any of the staff lose their temper or even throw her a nasty look. That alone is enough to insure that they received a good tip (from us; I'm sure she didn't leave one at all) and that we will be going back.