I have received my first request for something to do in the City! Cousinling Kristen has requested that I go to Lombardi's for pizza on Spring Street (just a hop-skip-jump from the Line 6 subway!). It has been touted as the "absolute best pizza in NYC" by a friend of my cousinling. I'll give it a go! If it's not mind-bogglingly expensive, anyway. I am still a student, and since the address does not appear to be a numerical street, it's probably in a very fashion-conscious, flavor-conscious part of town.
It should be noted that I my sampling of pizza is and will be limited, as New York is home to over 9 million people, and there are countless pizza places to serve all of them.
Not that it has anything to do with pizza in New York, but the best pizza I've ever tasted came from this little Italian place in Madrid just off Sol. My Italian co-worker invited a few of us to come along with her, and she approved it as one of the few places to get a real Italian pizza in the city. Being Italian, she spoke to the chef/owner in Italian and became one of his bosom buddies because of their shared nationality. She ordered me a specialty pizza, topped with American sausage, extra tomato sauce, and some really good cheese I can't recall the name of. It's been nearly a year since I had that pizza; it made an impression on me.
P.S. I have a new goal in life: ingratiate myself into a (real, not a 5th generation pseudo Italian-American) Italian family.
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