Thursday, February 21, 2008
La nuit passée
I failed to post yesterday because mes parents and I went to dinner with folks, the DeWitts, who lived next door when I was a kid.
Where'd we go? Here. Why'd we go there? 'Cause our former neighbors wanted "Italian."
The DeWitts had nothing but praise Angelo's Picnic Pizza. 'Tis another "don't just take my word for it" arrow in my pro-Picnic Pizza quiver, indeed.
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Place looks liek a trailer. But thats where you get the best food in places that are smaller than the local McDonalds.
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