Whoever coined that phrase knew his business. In this case I am talking about pizza, but since the patriotic mood that inflames me lately, that could rise neutral "it" to a general concept.
These days I'm a bit 'better. Work continues to go well with colleagues and you begin to fraternize a bit 'more. The other night, removed from work at 23:30 a group of us stopped to chat at the house of F, one of my colleagues in Ireland, which is attached to your store. It 'been fun. I also go quite agree with A, originally from Sofia, but that studies in the U.S. for 3 years.
Yesterday evening, after finishing work, I again flew a kite, this time it was a Power kite, that is to say, always with 2 wires (these are up to 4), but no "bare bones": a bit 'like a parachute. The great thing about these kites is that they always operate (although I'm not at all graceful as those who do all the stunts), but a lot of pull (which increases exponentially as the size), then make a lot of exercise ... I know that it will be difficult to choose what type of kite to take (if you buy one in the end ... svomo end of the season and case permitting).
However, after trying the kite, G (fellow Russian), M (American kite flyer) and I went to see the sunset across the strip of land (no comment on the sunset because it was so bland ... we hope that there are better). With us there was a friend of M and a couple of guys who initially thought were their other friends, but then I discovered that they had known the same day because had bought a kite. I do not have, but it is worth a digression on these two characters. He 23 years, California, she 18, of Florida, met 2 months ago at a party somewhere in America and now married. This is enough to summarize what they were crazy (do not give me the bigoted, I was not the only one to think so). Oh, and she walked barefoot all night. Never mind that it can hurt, because if one does every day ... but then you get used to talking about how dirty the floor, and above all dangerous! With all the crap that is, glass, junk, junk other people. Ugh. I will not even think about it. However, apart these oddities, and some mention of methamphetamine from him and that she first went to meet him with the first day that it happened (his words, eh!) were two nice, for a night.
We come to the pizza. The matter is outrageous. We went into this pseudo-family pizzeria on the Boardwalk: squallidino room with metal tables and chairs with the upholstery shabby. There, the pizza you bring it already cut into pieces and is placed on the rack in the center of the table and share with your teammates. Napkins and paper plates and no cutlery. You will understand when I speak of the account because I'm mentioning all these details. In short, there were six and we ordered two pizzas, two simple "cheese pizza", to be sure: they were just a bit 'larger than those used in Italy, pasta much thicker (and the girl said as the pizzas were becoming increasingly thin!) and the strange consistency "frollosa" ... and then ... ew, oily and greasy that it can not be more than that! It goes without saying that the cheese was definitely not over mozzarella. In short, disgusting. I will not ever again. I felt those two pieces on my stomach all night. I seriously wonder what the state is the liver of the people here. But what's worse is the price. 2 pizzas and 4 drinks (my Russian colleague and I took water, as tap water, it's free) reggetevi strong ... $ 43-odd! Fantastic! Pulciosissima for pizza in a pizzeria ultim'ordine pseudo-shoot you $ 14.50. Crazy.
So, yes, Italians Do It Better. Definitely.
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