New Yorkers! “Cry Havoc and let slip the dogs of war!”
Well… maybe that’s too extreme, but really—take back what you’re famous for.
T.S. Carney again from Connecticut, letting you know that you’re dethroned and New Haven replaced you as the pizza capital.
How?!
Why?!
You have Lombardi’s.
You have New York Style Pizza.
And now you have that paper-thin, burnt-to-a-crisp, awful “New Haven style pizza”!
How?!
Why?!
How did Yankee Doodle, riding on a pony, break into your house, steal your recipe, botch it like a kindergartener, ride back into town, and take the crown?
You should have seen them puffing up their chests that Saturday morning at six, boasting their success…
That day, P began the boast: “In New York you have a greater chance of finding an adequate slice of pizza—I mean there are five hundred in Manhattan alone—while in Connecticut there are fewer, they have more variety, so they can work on their craft…”
J shouted back: “It’s New York Style! New York!”
A whispered: “But now you see ‘New Haven style’ in New York!”
J shouted: “What country are we living in?!”
P responded: “The same country where tomato sauce is sauce, not gravy.”
J responded: “It’s Ragu! Ragu means gravy!”
Many a friendship and marriage ended over the sauce–gravy dichotomy, but what is truly settled now are the Connecticut license plates with “The Pizza State” emblazoned on them.
Save us, New York!
Give us hope that pizza isn’t taken away from us, like our accents are!
Peace.
