[Pigging by Wilfrid: July 30, 2012]
Threading my way through the slashing rain, brutal sun, and occasional hail-stones of mid-summer New York, I've continued to graze here and there. It's an opportunity to apply vaguely sizzled critical faculties to some of the city's casual options.
And an occasion to confirm that I still don't really get pizza. Or in this case, fried pizza.