Late afternoon on Friday, I found myself near John's--one of my favorite pizzerias.
We haven't had this thin-crust yumminess in quite a while, so it didn't take me long to figure out what I wanted to bring home for dinner:
"Large, whole wheat Margherita, double sausage, please."
Since the wait would be 20 minutes or so, I took my knitting and an iced tea to the restaurant's backyard. And, a couple of rows later, there was a pizza ready to take home!
Took the pie home in a cab and the cabbie told me I could either pay the fare or give him the pizza. I love my NYC cabbies, but not that much that I would hand over a John's pizza!