and i am unashamed

major cities always seem to be pockmarked with food stands and lean-tos on every corner, all vending a variation on the city's signature comfort food. in new york, it's bagels and pizza. in los angeles, the "round-thing-with-hole" and "round-thing-with-cheese" equivalent is donuts and tacos. i have gastronomically adjusted to los angeles, for the most part, except last night i was hit with the worst craving for the thinnest, cheesiest, largest slice of new-york-city-cheese-pizza. in college, pizza was a short walk away, but last night i drove around dark rainy stretches of sunset boulevard only to find a handful of pizza shops that were either closed (at 11pm?!), or not worth it. dejected, my stomach rumbled throughout the night. my search ended today at a mexican pizza place, where, in between errands and paper work, i demolished a carne asada personal pizza. it wasn't quite new york, but, as farmer arthur says in babe, it'll do, pig. it'll do.