Pizza, Late Night
Mark ~ JerseyStyle Photography
Oregano and fiery flakes of red pepper, grated parmesan from industrial sized containers, sharp tomato sauce and the greasy smell of melted cheese soaking into the hot thin crust. This is street pizza, sold by the slice, folded and eaten on the sidewalk. The New York version of peasant food; solid, filling, tasty and you can still walk away with a bit of coin in your pocket.
You not gonna find no goat cheese pizza here, with sun-dried tomatoes and artichoke hearts drizzled with first cold press Spanish olive oil. That’s sit-down pizza, tablecloth pizza, waiter bring it to the table and serve with fresh Tellicherry pepper ground from a mahogany mill the size of your thigh pizza. Nothing wrong with that; it’s good pizza. Hell, it’s great pizza. But it ain’t street.
This is work late buy a slice on the way home pizza. This is leave the bar at two in the morning soak up the alcohol pizza. This is ain’t got time to sit, places to go pizza. It is what it is and it don’t pretend to be anything else. It won’t make anybody’s list of healthy foods, but it’ll keep you alive and walking, and some days that counts as a victory.
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