After several hours of talking to drunks about hybrid vs. modern diesel technology and John running a red light, we decided to go get some pizza in NYC. It was 2am. Not much was open, but we found this place. Can't remember the name, but it was warm inside and had dough slathered in sauce and cheese.
It was decent pizza. Nothing to write home about. It was definitely more a matter of convenience than it was a planned and researched effort to find great NYC pizza.
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