Bolognese on toast. The perfect, late-night, post-Push The Button supper. I made it following the Jamie Oliver recipe but tweaked it a bit. Soz Jamie. In other news: I'm determined to get the rest of the Christmas photos up BEFORE THE END OF JANUARY. There are only five more sets to go...
The practical difference between the two pizzas - apart from the chicken - is that the $1.50 slice is best enjoyed by dragging the toppings and cheese off with your teeth, and throwing the base over your shoulder.
Meanwhile, this pizza came from The Irish Pub on 7th Avenue.
You might think that there's something wrong with this picture. You're right. It's a picture of a pizza with large florets of broccoli planted into it.
Half of a brisket sandwich from the Stage Deli. A tiny slice of bread is perched rakishly on the fist of meat, and it's all set off beautifully by a large dry gherkin. Here it is again, from a more daunting angle.
A breakfast sandwich from the Stage Deli in Manhattan. Fried sausage, fried egg, extremely fried streaky bacon, all served between two thick slices of very fried bread. The only thing that isn't fried is the cheese, but to their credit, they did melt it slightly to bring out its own natural oils.
This sandwich has a name: it is called the Tina Fey.