I was thinking about pizza the other day, as I do miss Raimo’s, when I’ve been bombarded by reminders that certain areas of the world are famous for their food for a reason. My point? New York has the best pizza and bagels in the world. You heard me. I know that the French Dip comes from Los Angeles, but I don’t care. When I want pizza in Boston, I go to Emmas - but Emma’s is gourmet pizza, not a ‘regular’ piece of pepperoni. However, I’ve recently found the Real Deal in West Roxbury, and that’s some good ‘za. Our other choice is the Pleasant Cafe in Roslindale, a decent slice of ‘za, but still nothing compares to my Raimo’s.
Yesterday was just gorgeous out, and we went for a nice after work walk to Jamaica Pond. Then we grilled steaks outside on the BBQ. Oh wonders of late Spring/early Summer! Tonight we’re going to Ten Tables in JP to celebrate my aging process, and Saturday I’m regretfully off to London for a week of work. Don’t know how often I’ll be updating. I have a bunch of stuff on my camera that I need to unload, and holy host of work to finish before landing in London.
I found this from Neil Gaiman’s blog - haunting, creepy, and beautiful.
Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend….












