I haven’t stopped thinking about the pizza at Timber Pizza Company since I had pie there a couple weeks ago. The sign of pizza genius? I think so.

A few Saturdays ago after a long shift at the bakery, I decided to trek up to Petworth to see what Timber Pizza Company was up to. I’d read good things, and I’m willing to travel for good pizza. Thus began my journey.

It was as if the pizza gods were expecting me. As soon as I got off the second train in Petworth, the skies began to clear. I got lost at an intersection and a man who barely spoke English pointed uphill. Undaunted, I forged ahead.

At the top of the hill, I looked up and stopped in my tracks. This. sky. 
After taking enough pictures to mess up my iCloud backup for the 100th time, I kept going.

When I got to Timber, the line was out the door. I expected as much, but I didn’t expect there to be so little seating. As the cashier explained to me, it’s an “every (wo)man for him/herself situation,” so you have to pounce if you see a good spot.

I decided to sit at one of the picnic tables outside, even though it was still a little wet from the rain. There was a couple on a date next to me and the guy kept stealing sips of his girlfriend’s Coke.

When my pizza finally came, it was almost as good as when I saw the purple sunset at the top of the hill. Better, in fact, because I could eat it. Timber lets you get half and half pizzas if you’re indecisive like me, so I ordered “The Turu” with argentine salami, apples, micro arugula, hot nectarine jam, mozzarella and provolone, and “The Bentley” with tomato sauce, mozzarella, provolone, cured chorizo, sopressata, peruvian sweet peppers and spicy honey.

I blacked out a little after the first bite, but luckily I remember everything that came after that. The Turu stole first prize in my heart because of the sweet/savory mix. I loved the salty taste of the salami with the apples, tart arugula and spicy nectarine jam.

Still, the Bentley wasn’t playing games. It was a little meaty for my tastes (I hardly ever eat meat), but it was the type of pizza I’d get once a week when I’m craving something substantial and delicious. It was smoky and tangy and set my whole mouth on fire, but in a good way. I didn’t even need contraband sips of Coke to wash it down.

Now I can’t stop thinking about the pizza, which probably means I need to go back immediately. If you’re in the D.C. area, I highly suggest that you make a trip to Timber Pizza, ASAP.