October has a lot stuff going on. Depending on who you are you’ll somehow celebrate all or maybe a couple of these events. There’s World Vegetarian Day, Oktoberfest, Columbus Day, Clergy Appreciation Month, United Nations Day, Halloween, oh, and my personal favorite, National Pizza Month! I didn’t even know that there was even such a thing until a few days ago.
I love pizza. I do not say this phrase loosely. Most of my birthday parties growing up involved pizza and ice cream cake. (You can ask any of my childhood friends.) One of my friends told me that if I ever tasted a bad pizza my infatuation with this special pie would stop. I have had bad pizzas in my lifetime, ones that tasted like cardboard. Those experiences only helped me appreciate the tasty ones even more.
So I’ve made it a personal goal of mine to find the best pizza in LA. There are tons of articles and blogs out there already so I don’t think I’ll discover anything new. It’s just an excuse to try different pizzas.
My favorite pizza memory? Well, I thought you’d never ask. It was early September 2000 in NYC. Eating a New York pizza was on my list of foods to try. My traveling buddy and I stopped into a random pizza shop on a corner of a street somewhere. I asked for a slice of their “special” — it must’ve been called “Mike’s Special” or something like that. He looked at me, Mike, his face glistening from the sweat of working all day, his white apron hugging his waist and belly, stained with dough and pizza toppings and said he didn’t do slices of the special, only whole pizza pies. He must’ve seen the disappointment in my eyes. Without cracking a smile, in a very matter-of-fact tone he said, “For you, I’ll make you a slice of the special.” I’m not quite sure what was on that pizza, but there were toppings — lots of toppings! Just the way I like it. It was my first time in The Big Apple, randomly eating one of my favorite foods with one of my best friends. It’s one of those moments you don’t easily forget.