Pizza

Yes, pizza.  I’ve delivered it, I’ve eaten it, I’ve cooked it in many different forms.  Pizza and I have a long history.

I took a semester of criminal justice courses at a community college in Virginia Beach.  While I was in school, my part-time gig was delivering pizza for a national pizza chain.  Pizza delivery man isn’t a bad job.  The worst thing you have to do is wash dishes or fold pizza boxes in between deliveries.  You meet a lot of different people and hopefully you get a lot of tax free income in the way of tips.  The most interesting day was when I came in for the lunch shift and found out that I missed seeing cops come and haul away one of the local homeless guys for public self-entertainment.  Awkward.  Oh, one quick tip for future drivers.  If you ever feel like you’re going to get robbed at a delivery, put most of your money in your sock before you get out of the car.

The best thing about living in the New York/New Jersey area………   Wait.  Rephrase that.  The only good thing about living in the New York/New Jersey area, is that you are exposed to the best pizza in the United States.  I’ve been a lot of places, and those places have mediocre to bad pizza.  There is something nice about going to the grocery store and passing no fewer than five pizza places on the way there.  Bad pizza places simply don’t survive very long up there.  I remember staying over a friends house on a Saturday night when I was in high school.  Guess what we ate.  No, not Thai food, pay attention.  We had pizza, and we didn’t finish it all.  We were high school guys, so we didn’t put it away either.  In the morning, guess what we were going to have for breakfast.  No, not waffles, seriously, pay attention.  Leftover pizza.  We opened the pizza box and found ants all over the remaining slices.  My buddy threw a piece in the microwave anyway.  He said it was fine.

You can turn anything into pizza.  bread + sauce and cheese = pizza.  Tortillas + sauce and cheese = pizza.  Naan (look it up) + sauce and cheese = pizza.  English muffin + sauce and cheese = pizza.  Etc etc.  It’s versatile.

So, now that you’re sufficiently hungry, Tony Roni’s has a special on Tuesday nights.  A large pie for eight bucks.  See you there.