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Pizza
You know New Yorkers are a bit off their rocker about pizza when one of the first things to hit the dreaded blogosphere after their governor is implicated in a sex scandal is a bit on a foodie website saying, in essence, “ We shoulda known he was no good because his favorite pizza joint is upstate”. I guess I should’ ve seen it coming. Pizza is as New York as, well, stepping off the curb while waiting for the light to change or being annoyed on the bus by three loud cell phone conversations in three different languages or buying a plain black umbrella during a rainstorm for twice the price that it was yesterday when the weather was sunny. My earliest happy food memories are of pizza. There was a small place, long gone now that had the red and white checked tablecloths that we’d go to as a treat when I was a pre - kindergartener . There was the time we went to the Nathan’s that expanded into a pizzeria when I was around 10 and my father convinced me that I wanted a lot of hot cr...
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