Led Zeppole

Anyone traveling across town on east 14^th street at any time of the day or night will surely notice the crowd swell and line-down-the-block that stretches outside of the ridiculously popular storefront pizza joint, Artichoke Pizza. I haven’t actually eaten any pizza from Artichoke yet, because I can’t get my head around standing in line for five hours to get a slice of fucking pizza. Continue reading Led Zeppole: A Whole Lotta Fried Dough →