In Pursuit of Pizza Perfection

My love for food can oftentimes be described as “obsessive.”  If someone mentions a cheesesteak, if I’m reminded of summer days eating hot dogs on the Boston Common, or if Jason Sudeikis talks to me through the T.V. about how wonderful...

Movie Review: Perfect Sense

If I had to log hours in my real life like I do during those hours belonging to my employer, I could easily rack up 8 to 12 hours of movie-watching time every week.  If I’m on vacation, if I’m sick, or if I’m just having a spectacularly shitty week, I could probably...

A Peace Offering

There are some perks that come with being raised Italian.  (And for anyone who argues with the ability to raise someone to be Italian, you come talk to me.) You grow up knowing what really good Italian food tastes like.  Pizzelle, cannoli, lasagna, baked ziti with...

Cheese Sticks or Cheese Steak?

There are two people in this world that I credit with saving my life:  Ducky Malloy and Millionaire Pharmacist.  I also give them credit for introducing me to the cheesesteak.  (The life-saving story will have to be for another day; let’s focus on the...

A Sweet and Spicy Discovery

I’ve got really small hands.  Like we’re talking so small that I have to wear children’s gloves. Back in the day, when I had gym teachers forcing me to play sports I was no good at, I struggled to do the single-handed layup in basketball because I...