Savvy businessmen know success relies on finding holes in the market, primarily so that they can crawl into them and wait out the recession. Plugging up the previously lacking 17th Street strip with pie: Pizza No.17.
Run by a Java Cafe owner who noticed a glaring deficiency of decent pizza between U Street and Dupont, 17 slings wood-fired 'za in a dining room lit by mason jar lights and a large oak bar, and rocks a street-facing patio with pine benches and community tables -- appropriate, as it's the perfect place to people-watch members of it. 8'' pies include the eponymous "Pizza No. 17" with pepperoni/ squash/ sweet peppers/ mozzarella, a traditional funghi with mushrooms/ cherry tomatoes/ red onions, and a carnivorous number (with prosciutto di Parma/ salami/ pepperoni) dubbed the "Meat Express", also a Christian allegory/ animated film where the polar bears just sit around eating Tom Hanks. Because pizza demands beer, they're also slinging 10 somewhat unusual bottles, from Sagres (a Portuguese pale lager), to a German Hefeweizen from Paulaner, to the 8.5% ABV Bell Ringer from South Carolina's R.J. Rockers, which was brewed to celebrate that state's passage of a bill allowing high gravity, despite Newton having established that law like 300 years ago.
Though they won't be the only ones on the block, 17's also slinging paninis like the "Classic Prosciutto" with spinach, mozz, and sweet peppers, and a veggie/ Pecorino/ Fontina press, which should be well received, as when you're running a business in a recession, any press is good press.