For those that don't know -- my great weakness in life is pizza. I cannot get enough pizza. Pizza my 'go to' food of choice. When I first moved to Boston six years ago the preponderance of good pizza by the slice (paired with a lack of physical activity)did a number to my body. My once lean agile form had become (and remains) lumpy and uninspiring. While I no longer partake of the pie on a daily basis (less than one pie in an average month) I am still constantly drawn to its song. What more, though I enjoy my regimented and thorough work out routine, this exercise has yet to put a significant dent in my weight / fat ratio. What can I say, I am still paying for the excesses of my youth.
In Short.
I move to DC. A pizza joint is across the street. The pizza pretty much sucks. Murder. New owner. The pizza is much better.
The tasteless creations of Washington Pizza have been transformed into flavorful, well constructed pies. While it seems unlikely that DC will ever have the solid pizza tradition that great cities like Boston, New York, Chicago, and of course St. Louis share, I can say that the pizza situation in Columbia Heights is looking a lot brighter. And for that, body-begrudgingly, I am thankful.
In Long.
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1 comment:
You know, I've been living in Chicago for over four years now, and I have never understood the appeal of deep dish pizza. I've gotten it from the famous places and I've never been impressed. Anyway - glad to hear the pizza situation has improved in your hood.
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