There's a pizzeria
here that has been widely acclaimed as the best pizza in the US.
(That's not the start of a joke. It's for real). It's right next door to
where I work, so every afternoon I get to watch people line up,
starting around 2 p.m. for their 5 p.m. nightly opening. So after having
to watch others eat there for a couple of months, I finally got to eat
there myself.
Since they don't take reservations, you get in line, at 5 p.m. make
your way to the front of the line behind everyone else, give your name,
and you & your party wait for three hours waiting for a table. They
own a little bar next door, so you can go hang out in there. But after
not having eaten since 11 a.m., and then drinking 3 beers, you could
have fed me microwaved elementary-school cafeteria pizza and I would've
thought it was the shit.
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