John Tomasso wrote:It's my job to keep everybody fed.
The upside is, I've been eating quite a bit of pizza at all my favorite joints.
I remember that your mother had been ill, but not that you've now settled into a care routine. I'm sure it's a hard time, but how wonderful that you're able to be there for them. You know what, I spent five days in NYC in January, and was in one little deli/market that caused me to look around and think that this was "just like the market John Tomasso talked about growing up in." I related to it through your descriptions.
One of our meals was deliberately a neighborhood Italian joint (in the meat packing district). What a different world it is than the California style Italian I'm familiar with--for one, that al dente
is a lot more dente than you'll ever find it on the west coast. Interesting experience, and everybody working there looked like people I've seen on The Sopranos--a lot more well-dressed grown men than one typically sees working in a tiny restaurant. And no family resemblance. Well, at least THAT kind of family.