If the entire world could
just have a taste of this pizza, or a couple of these pretzel sticks at
the exact same time - I would think that everyone could experience
happiness at its highest and fullest.
In a blissful global dough moment. Violence would cease, pain would erase, lives would be changed. All over a little a bit of flour, salt, olive oil, and yeast. Could you just imagine?
Brother's
Pizza in Staten Island has perfected the pizza. Plain and simple.
Best I had in all the time I spent in NJ shooting "Jerseylicious."
And, we ate boatloads of pie. Every day was pizza friggin' pie. Same
goes for penne with vodka sauce. They kill it.
Now - Auntie Anne's - I'm gonna go out on a limb and say she's got the one up on Wetzel's. Had the salty sticks for breakfast - dunked in some warm cheese sauce - at JFK on my way out of town. I simply have no words.
Have some dough. You will be so pleased.
You have been an inspiration to us from go! We admire your passion for life and travel.
We have finally decided to break down and start to blog about our journey. We wanted to let you know that you have made it to our "Cream of the Crop" blogroll! We love to follow your blog. :)
Posted by: Freely Living Life | January 29, 2010 at 11:27 AM
Will you stop? You're making me hungry! But I agree. If everyone could have a bite of that beautiful pizza, what a happy place Earth would be.
Posted by: Anne-Marie | January 29, 2010 at 11:05 AM