Kathryn’s sister traveled with us for the first few days of our trip to the East Coast, and this morning we brought her to the airport in Manchester so she could fly back to Phoenix. After the drop-off, Kathryn and I thought it would be fun to visit Salisbury Beach for a walk on the boardwalk in the light drizzle followed by a slice of beach pizza. However, by the time we got to the beach, the drizzle had turned into a downpour, so we had to come up with another plan. Kathryn suggested Salisbury House of Pizza, where I ate more than a few meals as a teenager. That sounded like a winner.
If it weren’t for the digital menu boards above the counter, it’d be like the last thirty years never happened. Everything else at Salisbury House of Pizza was the same as I remember. Like a lot of “houses of pizza” in this part of the world, there is more than a hint of Greek influence on the menu. They serve a gyro sub and a Greek salad, and baklava is prominently on display at the counter.
We decided to share my childhood favorite, a hot chicken cutlet sub with marinara and provolone, which we paired with a small order of fries. We’re glad we didn’t order anything else because it was a ridiculous amount of food. The sub was at least a foot long, and the fries filled a paper plate. And it was as good as I remember. I won’t say it was the best meal I’ve had on this trip, but so far it was certainly the one that has brought back the fondest childhood memories.