In my mind, in order to be a pizza you need 1) some kind of sauce and 2) some kind of cheese on 3) a mostly flat bread-like product. If it's missing either the cheese or the sauce, it might be tasty but it doesn't qualify as pizza in the Rulebook of Barb. There's a foodcart a couple of blocks from my office that makes the most amazing pizzas in its wood-fired oven. My office is moving across the river in a couple of weeks and I'm going to miss the crap out of it.
Of course thanks to hipsters it's now possible to get cheese-free pizza in Chicago. Head off to Piece, yummy good and you don't need to take a nap afterwards, not unless you drink too much of Piece's home-brewed ales. Oh, and the Rulebook of Barb ain't quite correct. You can't be denying pizzahood to Pepe's.
Since I have nothing relevant to add. The Quiet Ones: Amtrak’s Quiet Car is our last bastion of civility and calm. And we will defend it.
On a related note, I can not express enough horror of cell-phone service on subways. The very, very LAST thing I need on the subway is to hear about how the person next to me needs to pick up onions for his wife's meat loaf. On speakerphone. In Russian.
On trains or just stations (I think Times Square has wifi on the platforms)? DC has cell service in stations and its not terrible, since people have to finish their calls before they get on the train. On the other hand, I lived along the N train in Queens in the early 00s, and every time the train emerged from the tunnel on the Queens side, LITERALLY a million cell phones would simultaneously pop up and people would tell their love ones they'd be home in 5 to 10 minutes. This was also the peak of the popularity of those Nextel pager phones, so you'd get a lot of conversations with beeps and garbled voices. Whatever you think of texting, I credit it with ending that particular scourge on humanity.
Stations. Roll out delayed by Hurricane Sandy for a couple months. http://secondavenuesagas.com/2012/11/19/transit-wireless-subway-cell-service-delayed-due-to-sandy/
the same here with the stations that are less underground than others. but with text, when my son comes in on a late train he can just send a message anytime after he gets on the metro and he knows it will leave at a station two stops from us. just time enough to go pick him (and his laundry) up.
On the other hand, you've not lived unless you've listen to a woman curse out her boyfriend, very loudly, while on the bus, early in the morning.
I preferred the young woman telling her girlfriend about her honeymoon sex. The new hubby looks to be a keeper, he made her orgasm a lot, and in different ways.
When I hear shit like that, I assume it's performance art and not real. I ask bigsoccer to please, make no attempts to disabuse me of that notion. Thanks in advance. On a related note, Cincinatti Opera had a really funny "turn off your cellphone" reminder a few years ago. "Out of respect for our performers, as a courtesy to your fellow audience members, and for your own personal safety, please refrain from using any electronic device during the performance." The threat got a pretty good chuckle as people did their final phone check.
In the late 90's/early 00's I had a job that involved a lot of IT work. I also had one of those Nextel phones. For years after I left that job, the sound of Nextel's push-to-talk caused stabs of anxiety because in IT, no one is ever calling you with good news. It's all bad news and some it could be scary (the server is deaddeaddead) kinds of bad news.
I am totally and unequivocally opposed to capital punishment. But those people deserve swift, nonprejudicial execution.
The next time get the whole recipe and translate it. I'm curious what a Russian meatloaf would taste like.
Stuff like that has lasting meaning. LA '92, In 'n Out was giving away burgers the same day! It is one of the reasons when I have an option, I always go to In 'n Out. Regardless, it is what bring cities together. People were everything. Had some family that was about 1 mile form the epicenter. Their complex was trashed. But every door was open, and everybody had friends or family helping clean or move (the complex was red tagged until retrofitted). It was 9pm two day later, and there were still lots of people there cleaning up. The disappointing thing is that this does not happen on a regular basis.
on this i absolutely agree. but my point was that it just doesn't replace structures like FEMA. the solidarity of your neighbors and your local church can only go so far, and the libertarian idea we can rely on that and get rid of government assistance is nothing more than a pretty pink fairy tale.