Aug 13 2008 by pizzaexpert

Back when I used to work in Jersey City, I used to take the Long Island Railroad everyday into New York City.  Then walk up an avenue, and take the PATH across the river to New Jersey.  After working a hard day, my only salvation was arriving back at Penn Station to catch my train home, and grab a slice of some heavenly Upside Down Sicilian (or as they call it Red) Pizza. I am sure most of you think I am crazy by this point, actually eating at a place in Penn Station, but I was able to forgive all the filthiness of the surroundings and eat this pizza.  It was only natural that during my trip to New York, I would take the train into the city and grab a slice.  Upon arriving at Rosa's Pizza after all these years in Penn Station, I realized some things had changed.  Instead of hearing the workers speak Spanish to each other, now I was hearing Arabic being used.  Not sure if Rosa's sold this location, but I will have to investigate

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