»In which the promise of pizza overwhelms me

Although I have become old and crotchety about donuts, I still succumb to the promise of pizza. Something sublime in that scent of melting cheese and toasted bread. Still, in the six months so far this year I have eaten pizza (whole or a slice) on two dozen occasions. Notably, however, on my most recent trip to New York City I had not a single slice. Ditto Chicago.