Oh, this is rich. Now the power’s out all over the neighborhood, which means we’re blogging from the coffeehouse again. I can’t find out any information on the outage from the Xcel home page, although it does inform me of its bird-banding program, which is fabulously pertinent to running an energy conglomerate. I’d call them, but what are they going to say? “The power’s out, sir? Really? That must be what the giant array of flashing lights and deafening klaxons around here mean. Well, I’ll inform Joe down in Switching; he’s in charge of making your power come back right away. Do accept our apologies, and we’ll send a coupon for 10% off your next purchase of electricity.”
But you want to call them anyway. This means no supper, so we’re off to the pizza joint. This place does a decent crust, but it’s the sauce that makes the pie superb. It’s always the crust. You can get by with ordinary cheese; you can give people that pillow-soft puffed-up crust some adore. But without good sauce in sufficient quantities, it’s not pizza. Just so we’re clear.
Disagree? Have any pizza recommendations worth driving across town to try? Want to defend that peculiar substance the New Yorkers call pizza, or get into a bitter slapping match over the merits of corn-based crust? Here you go.


pizza
I'm a fan of Fat Lorenzo's because I love cheese. Pizza Luce is a close second.
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