[Hitch]

Originally Posted by DMcCunney

I live in NYC, and concur.

Of course. Despite the Chicago-NY rivalry, about Pizza, I've been in both, often, back in my travelling days, and I am still firmly in NY's corner. Once you live some time under the spell of NY pizza ("hey, whaddaboud gettin' a slice..."), you'll never be happy anyplace else.

There's a Grimaldi here, that makes brick oven pizza, and those are AMAZING, but I don't really categorize those as pizza, y'know?

Spoiler:

I'm still trying to figure out how to emulate a real Texas Weiner Chili Cheesedog, from Jersey. There was one on route 31 that was AWESOME. NONE of the clone recipes, around the Net, have come even close. Texas Weiner chili dogs (usually places owned by the same folks that owned Greek Diners--not a single "Texas" thing about them) weren't like we see thm out here, with Tex-Mex chili atop; the sauce was more like a thin brown gravy with god only knows what in it, but OMG, I used to eat those every Thursday night, when we were putting our school Newspaper to bed, and to this DAY, more decades later than I wish to admit, I occasionally get mad cravings for them. (Usually when the DH is off someplace, and I don't have to think about breathing on someone...)

There was another pizza place around the corner from me, and they went through a period where the staff were all Asian (Vietnamese, I believe), save for a token guy I'd seen in other places whose function appeared to be teaching the Asian staffers to make pizza and hoagies. They went belly up more recently when they failed an NYC health inspection. Given how long they'd been in business, I'm not sure how they failed, but a fair guess was vermin. Most places that sell food have a cat in the basement to keep the rodents under control, and there's a secondary market in the food trade for the offspring of known good mousers. I believe having the cat in the basement is a technical no-no, but it's not one an inspector will gig you for.

Those who home rescue kitties should hookup with the Secondary Mouser Market. :-)

A friend of a friend was an NYC food inspector, and a member of the Society for Creative Anachronisms. The latter served him in good stead. He inspected a Chinese restaurant and gave them a failing grade, and an employee attacked him with a cleaver. Fortunately, he had just acquired a set of ring mail from a vendor who made period gear, and was wearing it under his suit. He got a bruise but no other damage. The restaurant no longer exists, and the last I knew, the chap with the cleaver was still a guest of the NYC penal system.
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Dennis

You win the Internet, today. The mere thought of an NYC H&S inspector, wearing chain mail, under his suit, in the middle of the City, is enough to send me off in a paroxysm of giggles in the first place, but the attack with the cleaver? That's sent me right off the far edge. HILARIOUS. Totally.


Hitch (who's still laughing at the thought...)