Pizza.
Even the word sounds deliciously
cheesy and melty. The sweet, herby sauce, the crunch of the yeasty crust, the
warm feel of a slice in your hands…
I love pizza. It is arguably one
of the world’s best foods. It’s perfect for picky kids, as a “thank you for
helping me move”, or as a quick bite to eat when you want something reliably
delicious. It is one of the few foods that even large groups of people can
agree on. In fact, I would go so far to say that you shouldn’t trust anyone who
says they don’t like pizza.
Why am I writing so longingly
about pizza? Maybe it’s because I am writing this right before lunch and I am
starting to get a bit hungry. Or maybe it’s because I have yet to have a good
pizza in England.
There is a Pizza Express right
down the street. There are multiple takeout places in our neighborhood that
serve pizza. The pub in our apartment complex boasts about their wood fired
pizzas. I have tried them all and they have all been found lacking. Maybe
living on the East Coast spoiled me; in Princeton alone there are several
delicious pizza joints. However, even when I am in Columbus, good pizza is easy
to find (I’m looking at you, Hounddog’s).
All I know is that I am craving a
good pizza. And I will continue to scour London until I find one. Until then,
if you are able, please go have a slice for me.
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