It might seem odd that I flew 8 hours to have pizza. But I’d read nothing but rave reviews about London’s Story Deli, and so when my traveling buddies gave me the “Are you kidding?” looks I had to insist that we go for lunch. For starters, I had to see the artful collection of mirrors, and more importantly, the pizza was delicious. I got instant cred with my buddies, which made the 5,000,000 other places I “had” to go a bit easier for them to accept.
my pizza, w/potatoes, tomatoes, goat cheese and arugula. i forget what they call it.
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That’s not odd at all. My favorite pizza is in Salerno, Italy. I’d do an 8 hour flight again just for the food!
wow, that pizza looks epic. yum. and i’m a big fan of the antique-ish mirrors. lovely post.
that looks heavenly. just heavenly.
now THAT is a pizza! yummmm….