It’s tough to see, but the plain pizza is called “The Mild”… of COURSE that’s David Wright’s picture.
I had Two Boots for the first time last night, and it was amazing. Any time a pizza place can pair up Abita with a Bayou-style pizza, I am totally on board.
Imagine how happy you must feel if you’re an insurance executive watching premiums rise for decades at three times the rate of everything else knowing that in less than a decade your product will only be affordable to the wealthy and, now, the government has mandated that their citizens purchase your product.
Having spent the last week playing socialite with Nick Douglas, I can confirm that New York’s young elite can be almost as “frothing, inward and inbred” as any rural community I’ve encountered. Everyone reads the same magazines, watches the same TV, reads the same blogs, etc.
I absolutely prefer it to Palinland culture, but there definitely is an insularity here that mirrors the farmer’s contentment to never explore the world further out than the county fair.