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?
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.