I’m watching Boondock Saints, trying to get motivated to write. Instead, I’m getting the munchies. All I can focus on it the fact that they’re sitting around eating pizza. Hmmm–what I wouldn’t give for a nice slice of pie right now.
I miss food. Real food, not the stuff I eat every day out here.
I want to go to Joe’s Pizza in Phili and grab a slice. And let’s not talk about the cheese steaks! Too painful.
Or Charlie’s in Trenton; they have the best tomato pie I’ve ever had. I want a slice that’s so big I could cover my face with it. I want to fold it up and watch the grease drip down and make a lake on the plate.
Oh, and Olives in Princeton. Man, they have great mousaka and sermi. There’s also that little hole in the wall place on 5 where you can get souvlaki and a coke for $3.
Market Street Brewery in Nashville. They have this thing called a Publican—beef on buttermilk biscuits, with the juice on the side.
Crab cake sandwiches in Baltimore, MD.
Speedies in Endicott, NY.
Heck, I’d settle for some Quiznos. Who am I kidding?