nostr:npub1e04udcmm2kdsvnhpnjc4waz76mg3hjn3e98y7cz8g2sdwh3dd7cs242y0j nostr:npub1k0njx7ysl6a8d36aa0nqg56j5xn9pxxrc9m3573z4al69pq55ezq7ccqxm



nostr:npub1e04udcmm2kdsvnhpnjc4waz76mg3hjn3e98y7cz8g2sdwh3dd7cs242y0j nostr:npub1k0njx7ysl6a8d36aa0nqg56j5xn9pxxrc9m3573z4al69pq55ezq7ccqxm Having lived in the city of Vancouver, and then on the Island, for the past 25 years, the only ones making pizzas are Greeks and Indos. I sorely missed the old school calabrese dago food I grew up with in Southern Ontario. In fact, when were on our cross-country road trip last summer, I made sure to stop in a couple of my favourite places, including the pizza joint we probably ordered form once a week for decades. And it was exactly as I remembered it. Glorious.