Why family pizzas are more popular than you think
I don’t know if it’s because they’re cheaper, or if they’re more authentic, or maybe they’re just less expensive.
The thing is, they’re still the best pizzas in the world.
Now you might be thinking, “Wait, they can’t be as good as the pizza from Italy or France.”
And that’s true.
But I’ve always thought it was because the family pizza is better.
That’s why I decided to go to Italy for a week and spend three months there.
For a week.
I’d been to Italy twice, once in 2008, and I had the same idea: I wanted to see how authentic Italian food tastes.
I decided on a four-course meal that included pasta, meatballs, and an eggplant salad.
And I decided that this was going to be a good starting point.
The dinner was a great way to see what Italy really means to people.
The next day, I flew out to Florence, where I spent the next four days in the Tuscan capital, eating all kinds of Italian dishes and drinking tons of red wine.
The food and the wine were just incredible.
I’m a big fan of the food in Florence, so I had a lot of fun with it.
And then I ended up staying in Rome for a month.
I didn’t know what to expect.
When I got back to the States, I was already planning my next trip, but I needed to start thinking about the next big thing.
I wanted a new job, so the idea of going to Italy was not something I thought of.
But the next thing I knew, I got an offer from a job I had been applying for for for months.
The interview was in a restaurant called La Bicicletta, in the heart of the city, on the Via della Conciliazione.
It was a very upscale restaurant, and we had a nice, large table.
There was a huge bar in the middle of the restaurant, but that was a little too close to where I sat at the table.
It looked like an old-fashioned tablecloth bar.
The wait staff was great, and there were a lot more customers than usual.
I was really impressed with the food.
It wasn’t just pasta and meatballs.
There were also salads, pizza, and desserts.
And the wine was exceptional.
It tasted so good that I was ready to go.
At the time, the food and wine were the best I’d ever tasted.
So I didn, too.
But it wasn’t long before I got a call from my boss.
He said, “This is my friend.
He’s hiring you.
He wants to hire you as a pizza cook.
We’re looking for someone who’s a little more ambitious, and he wants to work with you.”
I said, OK.
But before I could even get a word in edgewise, he said, I need to show you the job description.
I got my first look at what it was, and it was pretty awesome.
He had an amazing list of people he was looking for.
I asked, “Why?”
“Well, if you don’t think you’re good enough, we can talk about your background.”
“Well,” I said to myself, “I’m a pizza chef, I’m an Italian, and that’s why people call me a pizza.”
So I got on the phone, and after a while, he gave me an opportunity to show him how I could do the job.
I ended the call and was excited to learn about the work I’d be doing.
The first day, the boss said, the job is going to take about three months to do.
It’s going to involve working from home, taking the restaurant to different locations, and getting the restaurant ready for the holidays.
And it’s going on in a space where I live.
It would be the most expensive part of my job, but it was a good investment.
He also said that the company that hires me is looking to hire 10 to 15 people a week, so if I can put together a good resume, they’ll be able to find the right candidate.
The other day, we were all sitting around the table at La Bico in Rome, and the owner, Mario, told me that he was hiring a lot.
I knew that it would be expensive, but we all agreed that it was worth it.
I’ve been an employee of the company for about four years, and this was my first opportunity to get my first job in a real, legitimate restaurant.
I felt like I had my whole life ahead of me, and now I have the opportunity to start all over again.
And that was just the beginning.
I spent four months in Italy, working in restaurants, and eating Italian food, and drinking wine, and talking about the pizza and the pasta.
And when I got home, I decided I wanted an apartment,