Beware: Seventh Hill Pizza could spark a few delicious sins.
Gluttony abounds with one taste of the thin-crust pies. (The French owners, who operate Montmartre next door, add native accents like Toulouse sausage in lieu of pepperoni.)
Pride accompanies neighborhood-inspired pies celebrating your favorite Hill area. (The Navy Yard features sausage and pecorino; Union Station mixes four cheeses.)
Wrath has no place here, but get fired up over the giant brick oven, where even sandwich bread is baked to order.
Lust blossoms when pies meet pints of Dogfish Head or Kronenbourg. (Sitting on the patio magnifies the romantic appeal.)
Sloths can opt for takeout.
Foster envy among colleagues with portable yellow lunch boxes filled with soups (gazpacho, chestnut) or rotating panini. Taunt all you like.
Greed is only natural.
Seventh Hill Pizza, 327 7th Street SE, between C Street and Pennsylvania Avenue (202-544-1911 or seventhhill.com).