Walking on the streets of New York City I recently passed New Pizza Town. Since I hadn’t stopped to sample any new places, I took the first opportunity to go inside and try it out. It was a small pizzeria, with 4 tables to accommodate those who can’t wait to eat their slice. After living in Florida so long I appreciated the simple elegance of approaching the counterman, ordering a slice and a coke, paying and walking out, slice in hand in under 3 minutes. Imagine the simplicity.
The pizza was good. Fresh, hot, and delicious, just like it says on the ubiquitous white pizza box. Cannot tell you how many other times I ordered pizza from a place, with the same fresh hot and delicious written on the box, only to realize it was stale, cold, and repugnant. One of these days I hope to have a sit down discussion with the guys who make those boxes, and ask them why they continuously lie.
