With my car overheating in 101 degree weather, trapped under the BQE (that’s the Brooklyn Queens Expressway for those unfamiliar with one of the worst roadways in America) one can play the dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies in one’s head while the car cools down and recite the old sayings over and over… “There’s no place like home.”.
And so it was today for the Mad Greek. Once home, there’s was only one thing left for his madness to do and that was to end the pain and suffering of a day gone bad. To do just that all I needed was a spot at the counter at Brothers Pizzeria. By 3:00 pm, clear of any further NYC traffic and heat wave jihads, I was home again and sitting in front of Joe, arguable the best pizza chef in all of New York.
