I chose this photo because there is nothing more New York than a slice of pizza and it’s a good one. There is always a line (except for this rainy night) and it’s a very representative cross-section of the neighborhood. Who doesn’t like pizza?

To me it has been a warm and satisfying meal especially when a couple of dollars was all I could afford. I enjoy the shoulder to shoulder camaraderie while waiting for a slice. The gentlemen who serve the deliciousness speak Spanish not Italian and they are grace in motion wielding those big wooden pizza peels and wheels. They do it with a smile on there face too.