Food Critic of the Worst kind
"Why not?" Walking around the Haymarket with my wife. Pretending like we live in the city in our large town (at best). A town on the move. A town with hints of city. Alternatives, different cultures, different restaurants, and most of all, different foods. I tell my wife all the time I want to do something different. She sighs. She's heard this before. She knows me. She knows my comfort zone is small and the power it takes to change it. The power I lack. This time I mean it. This time when I say let's do something different, we are. "This time," said so many times. This time though.... Pizza has always been a passion of mine. Through my history of loving healthy and nutritious foods I have always had a side chick. Pizza has been there through thick and thin. Pizza was there when I was a child with nothing else to eat. Pizza has been there to celebrate some of life's biggest milestones. Pizza has supported me and I it, in both the healthiest ...