Pizza

Pizza: Sooo, everyone was right that pizza is way better on the east coast. Fine, bitches, you win. Here are some places I like:

Anna Maria Pizza: We once went their twice, in one night, within one hour. Of course we were ass drunk and going to some douchey Williamsburg rooftop party, but the pizza was the best part of the night. 179 Bedford Ave

Some place by the Marcy JMZ stop: Finding cheap food on Broadway in Brooklyn isn’t hard because Broadway is the festering 99cent asshole of Brooklyn. But finding good pizza isn’t so easy, but this place is the bee’s pajamas. 

Pie: I tend to avoid places that look like a futuristic Japanese teleporting booth where all the food should be perfect and plastic, but this place lands smack in the middle of my Barnes & Noble/Forbidden Planet/Strand loop so I finally went in one day and you know what? the future tastes fucking delicious.

There’s this place I can’t remember the name of, it’s Mediterranean and Italian near the Christopher St station in Greenwich Village and that’s where I had my first slice of NY pizza. I went all out and the biggest slice with sausage, salami, pepperoni, onions, mushrooms, canadian bacon and a pound of grease. Now that I think about it, that might be the reason I don’t have a boyfriend.

Oh and once I had to go to Ikea for work and I ate a pizza pocket thing and it tasted kinda life barf. I recommend neither the pizza pocket or Ikea, unless you need a good kick in the balls to remind yourself of all that is shitty.